the doctor that you were still unsure."
Tears streamed down Lexi's face.
"Was I wrong? Do you want to get rid of our baby that badly?" He looked anguished. "It is our baby, isn't it?"
Lexi nodded miserably.
"How did you know I was here?"
Gabe told her how he'd jumped on a plane in Cape Town, desperate to see her. "I was going to my hotel, but I changed my mind at the last minute and swung by the old Templeton office."
"Kruger-Brent," Lexi said weakly.
"I know. I hoped you might have moved there, but I wasn't sure. Then I ran into August Sandford in the elevator. As soon as he saw me, his face changed. I knew there was something terribly wrong."
"August told you?"
"Don't be mad. I forced it out of him. I got here as fast as I could, but they told me you were already in the operating room. My God." Gabe shook his head. "If I'd been thirty seconds later...Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"
Lexi reached out and touched his face.
"I didn't want to hurt you. I'd already hurt you enough. I knew I couldn't keep it."
Gabe's voice trembled. "Why not? What are you so afraid of, Lexi?"
At last, it all poured out. Her terror of giving birth. Her certainty that, even if she lived, she would make a terrible mother.
"I'm not like you," she sobbed. "I'm different. Max and I, we were both different. We were born with this...thing. Obsession, I suppose you'd call it. Max wanted Kruger-Brent as much as I did. I killed him, Gabe." She put her head in her hands. "When I took the company away from him, I signed his death warrant."
All the grief she'd been suppressing burst out of her like an exorcised demon. Lexi had hated Max for so long, she'd convinced herself that all the love was gone. But it wasn't. Max's death was like a part of herself dying. She knew that now.
Gabe let her finish.
Once she'd cried herself out, he said gently: "You didn't kill Max Webster. The man was ill. He killed himself."
"But, Gabe, you don't know. You don't know me. I've done some terrible things. Unforgivable things."
"Nothing is unforgivable." Gabe stroked her hair. "That's why I got on the plane. Whatever you've done, Lexi, I don't care. I love you. I love you as you are."
"But, Gabe, you don't know. You don't know what I've done."
"No, and I don't care. I thought I wanted the truth, but I don't. The past is the past and it can't be changed. It's the future I'm interested in." He reached down and stroked her belly. "Our future. Have the baby, Lex. Marry me. I know Kruger-Brent will always come first. But I'll take second if that's what it takes to be with you."
He opened his arms. Lexi fell into them, clinging to him for dear life. She loved him so much, it terrified her. As for the baby...
"I'm frightened, Gabe," she said at last, pulling away. "My mother died giving birth to me. My grandmother died giving birth to her. It's not even death I'm afraid of. It's dying before I've had a chance to make Kruger-Brent great again."
Gabe looked at her with a mixture of wonder and pity.
The tragedy is, she means it.
"You're not going to die, Lexi. Marry me."
I can't. It will never work. There's so much you don't know about me. So much you must never know.
"Yes."
Gabe's face lit up. "Seriously? You will?"
"Yes!" Lexi was crying and laughing, touching and kissing him everywhere, unable to let him go. "Yes, I'll marry you. I love you so much, Gabe."
She knew she didn't deserve a happy ending. But she wanted one so badly.
Kruger-Brent. Gabe. A baby.
At last, Lexi Templeton was going to have it all.
Eve knew the end was coming. She could feel death all around her, a smothering blanket she could not shake off. Panic surged up in her throat like vomit.
No! Not yet! It's not my time. Please! I haven't finished.
She was young and beautiful, far more beautiful than Alex. Men fought one another for the privilege of going to bed with her. She was a goddess, rich, blessed, untouchable. Then the ghosts came in and spoiled it all.
Kate Blackwell, her grandmother. You're a wicked child, Eve. Alexandra shall inherit Kruger-Brent. You will get nothing.
Keith Webster. It's just a minor operation, to get rid of those fine lines around your eyes. You mustn't worry, darling. I'll take care of you.
Max, her gypsy boy, her savior. We're