My InheritanceChapter 35 A Wild Night
Mary lay under me, her hands still stroking and caressing me gently. She was waiting on me to answer her question. Would I be a father, not just a seed contributor, to a child if she bore it for me? She had that look again. Was she in my mind, reading it? If she could read my mind, why did she ask questions like that? “Can you read my mind?” “No,” she said but the way she said it. She smiled as if she had a secret. “Of course, I could be lying because I have free will to lie, or I could be...