Power Play (Crimson Romance) by Comargue, Nan

for the next two weeks. The tall office building housing her lawyer’s firm always made her feel nervous. She had a good lawyer, recommended to her by one of the wives she’d known in Chicago, originally a Toronto native, who had been through two messy divorces. Lila hadn’t expected hers to be messy, but still wanted the best. The law firm Cahal had retained was housed in the office tower across the street. Adam Billings, her lawyer, came straight to the point. “Your husband wants you to submit to a pregnancy test.” “What?” This was the last thing Lila expected and she’d spent the entire day coming up with frightening possibilities. He pushed a sheet of paper across the desk, the top of it stamped “copy” in hard to miss blue ink. He waited while she read over it. When she was finished, Lila looked up with wide angry eyes. “You must be joking.” “I assure you that I am not,” Billings replied, “and neither is your husband.” Lila gave him a cool stare. “Well, write that lawyer back and tell him that there is no possibility that I could be pregnant. I haven’t seen Cahal in nearly a year, much less gone to bed with him. This is crazy.” “It doesn’t have to be your husband whom this request is aimed at,” the lawyer advised her. “Frequently, in situations such as these, it is almost certainly not the husband.” She didn’t like where the conversation was heading. “What does that mean?” “I believe that your husband wants to ensure that when a divorce goes through that you are not pregnant