She didn’t know she loved him until she stood outside his office and heard the order for his death. She had followed her orders, when she married him, with a mischievous smile. Trying to kill him…that had been orders too. Realizing she loved him? That was unexpected.
Miss Parker didn’t have a monopoly on tragic childhoods. Brigitte had refused to admit even to herself the jealousy she had felt at Little Parker’s relationship with Daddy. Why hadn’t she ever had such a Daddy? Well, now she had him. And he was her husband, her baby’s Daddy. And she loved him.