Savannah’s smile settled across the boutique like frost.
Maddie straightened slowly beside the crib, one hand still resting against the smooth pale wood. Her pulse hammered once—hard enough to make the baby shift beneath her ribs—but her face revealed nothing.
Brandon had taught her that.
Never react first.
Never let the room know where to strike.
For one suspended moment, …
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