Nancy spins around and runs out. When she’s gone, Sloane turns to me, insistent. “I’m not. I’m not, Declan.” “Aye. Except it sounds like you are.” Agitated, I start to pace. “Well then, I’ll just have to deal with it.” When I whirl on her, bristling, she lifts her brows. “What’s that look for?” I growl, “You are not getting an abortion.”
