She is Only 18 and Already Pregnant

Aurora gasped, "Heath?"

Heath reached for the light switch on the wall. With a "click," the small storage room was illuminated. He was dressed in a light gray suit, no tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his attractive collarbone.

Heath had one leg over Aurora, one hand gripping her slender wrist above her head against the wall. His other hand lifted her delicate chin, his eyes probing into hers.

This position was, no matter how you looked at it, utterly embarrassing.

Aurora shifted her head uncomfortably and said, "Let go of me."

Heath didn't move. "Who taught you those moves?"

Aurora sighed, "Self-taught. There are plenty of fighting classes out there. 200 a lesson, not expensive."

Heath chuckled. Did she think he was that easy to fool?

The training classes out there were all show, no substance. Aurora's moves were deadly and incredibly fast, almost instinctual.

She was a puzzle—her personality, her actions, her financial dealings, her skills—all enigmat