Chapter 22

"You really shouldn’t be in here." Sara gave a derisive shake of her head as she moved past him to one of the porcelain sinks to wash her hands and face before filling and drinking a glass of water. Her face was still that sickly gray color.

He raised dark brows." You are obviously unwell."

"That’s still no reason—"

"The door is locked, and I will go where I want whenever I deem it necessary," Simon declared harshly.

Sara gave a pained wince. He now appeared every inch the arrogantly forceful Simon Hamilton, joint owner of Hamilton. "And you deemed it necessary tonight to lock the two of us in a ladies’ powder room in Lincoln's home?"

His jaw tightened. "Yes."

That was what Sara had thought he would say. And he was right, of course;

she could imagine nothing worse than that anyone else should witness her humiliating reaction to being introduced to Bruce's very pregnant wife. It was enough that Simon must now be wondering why she had reac