She had stared at it the entire night, and as the hours crept toward morning, she’d become more and more certain that what she had suspected was the truth. Ryan Black was Brennan Demars. No other man would have the power of an attorney right at his fingertips. No other man would have changed his appearance just because he had left on a business trip. No other man would have dicked her over like he had. These rich guys, playing the love-them-and-leave-them game—she hated them all. He was almost as bad as Rick Fasken. At least he hadn’t knocked her up. She’d lain in bed, staring up at the ceiling and running her fingers over the swell of her stomach. We’re alone again. I suppose we always were. I let my emotions get in the way, my need to be loved. Of course he never loved me. Why would someone as rich and powerful and handsome as him want someone like me? Ana had no appetite for breakfast, but she had to eat.
