“Lorinda.”
Catherine didn’t bother correcting Lance’s sarcasm, or his constant insistence that the baby was Gavin’s.
Lance pulled up a chair and settled in beside her.
“When something happened, why didn’t you call him first?”
Did she think Gavin wasn’t reliable? If that was true, why keep this baby at all? Gavin’s baby.
He eyed the wrinkled little newborn in her arms, small and shriveled like a grumpy old man. The baby looked nothing like Gavin. Thank goodness for that. If it did, it would probably be even uglier.
“I…” Catherine’s pale face tightened, her brows pinched with worry. She clearly didn’t want to explain herself to him.
Lance looked away, his voice suddenly rough. “Lorinda can’t help with this. Catherine, if you trust me, listen to me.”
Catherine didn’t let her guard down around him, but still, she nodded. Quietly, after a moment, she said, “I trust you. I just want to let Lorinda know I’m fine.”
Lance pulled out his phone and handed it to her. “Harrell has your phone.”
Catherine knew Lorinda’s number by heart. She called her straight away.
It rang a few times before Lorinda picked up, her voice hesitant. “Hello?”
“Lorinda, it’s me.”
As soon as Catherine spoke, Lorinda exploded. “Where are you? What happened? Did Lance lock you up? What does he think he’s doing? I’m calling the police, I—”
Lorinda’s mind was already spinning out of control. She was even considering streaming the whole thing live while calling the cops, just to make a scene. No matter how powerful the James family was, she wasn’t about to let them make someone vanish.
Catherine interrupted her. “Slow down. The baby and I are alright. Something did happen, but I’ll explain everything after I recover.”
“Wait, is it Lance—”

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