REMI'S POV
The silence in the car was absolute.
Not the working silence of his office, not the strategic silence of the negotiating table. Something different — a silence with weight to it, a silence that was actively processing rather than simply absent.
Dax didn't move for a very long time.
When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet and precise and entirely stripped of inflection. "Pregnant."
"Thirteen weeks. I found out about two weeks before you called about the job."
"Two weeks before." He repeated it slowly, the way he'd repeated nine pages — turning it over, looking at it from all sides. His eyes hadn't left mine. "You've been working for me for nearly two weeks. And you didn't —"
"I was going to tell you." The words came out careful and deliberate, because I'd rehearsed bein
