Free Kisses for the Billionaire: Final Kiss by M. G. Morgan Page A

failings I nearly lost you both but please, Carrie, let me do this my way. Let me do my job.” There was such passion in his voice, such pain and heartbreak that my throat became choked with emotion.
    “But you don’t have to do this alone, that’s all I’m saying. I don’t want you doing this alone. We’ve had this argument a million times and it always comes down to the same thing, we’re stronger together.”
    He nodded and dropped his head, keeping his gaze trained on the floor.
    “Part of me knows that but another part of me is so used to doing everything myself, I don’t know how to share my problems.”
    Wrapping my arms around his shoulders I drew his body into mine, holding him tight against me. What was I supposed to say to him? If he really didn’t want to include me in what was going on then I couldn’t make him. And my reckless behaviour had already shown me that this wasn’t something I could go poking my nose into without him.
    “I love you, Carrie,” he said, whispering against my neck.
    “And I love you,” I answered, there was no point in continuing the fight, it would only drive us apart and that was something I didn’t want the Banks to win at.
    Drawing away from me, David paced across the floor before finally coming to a halt in front of the fireplace. I watched as his emotions warred across his face and he pushed his hand back through his hair.
    “Andy is attending a charity event tomorrow night, I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you’d just want to be there,” he said.
    The thought of seeing Andy again filled me with a mixture of dread and the overwhelming urge to wipe him from existence. My heart beat spiked as I remembered what I’d done to his father, what he’d manipulated me into doing.
    The baby kicked.
    It was really just a tiny flutter against my stomach but I felt it. My hands automatically going to my bump.
    “What’s wrong? Carrie, is it the baby?” David sounded panicked and I shook my head.
    “She kicked…” I said, lifting my face to his as he crossed the room to where I stood.
    “Is she all right? Why did she kick?”
    Smiling at him I took his hand in mine and laid it across my stomach. It happened again, the tiniest of kicks as she shifted inside me. But it didn’t matter how small her movements were, she was moving and that was all that mattered.
    “She probably just likes listening to her Daddy’s voice,” I said.
    David dropped to his knees in front of me, both hands cupping either side of my belly as he kissed the bump.
    “Hi baby girl,” he said, speaking directly to my stomach.
    There would have been a time where I would have felt more than a little uncomfortable by David doing that. I hadn’t always been on the best of terms with my body and its appearance and sometimes David’s overly enthusiastic admiration for my more than ample frame left me a little overwhelmed. But not anymore.
    “I can’t wait to hold you in my arms, to meet you,” David continued. “Your Mom and I love you very much.” The baby gave a series of excited kicks and jumps and couldn’t help but giggle as David pressed his ear to my belly.
    “She likes you talking to her,” I said.
    David lifted his face to mine and smiled. “It’s all true,” he said, pushing slowly up onto his feet.
    “I know.”
    “When I watched them take you away, I think a piece of me died. I didn’t want to eat, to sleep, I was barely functioning as a human. All I wanted was to find you and get you back in my arms.”
    “I’m here now,” I said, brushing my fingers against the side of his face.
    “When I thought I’d lost you…” he trailed off his expression turning dark. “I would have done what they asked, I had everything lined up.”
    His words shocked me to my core and ice prickled in my veins.
    “I don’t understand,” I said, studying his face carefully.
    “The guy they wanted me to kill, I found him, he lives a few states over and…”
    “David, please