New York City Docs. Tina Beckett

face closed, turning to stone. “That might be true, but you can’t stop me from setting up a fund like the one I have for Molly. Neither can you stop the child from using it once he or she comes of legal age.”

      Horror went through her. Would he actually go against her wishes like that?

      “Don’t draw this line, Clay. Please.” All her hopes for making things work between them shriveled in an instant. Nothing had changed. Nothing.

      “I’m not the one drawing the line. You are. And if you think I won’t step over it, you’re wrong. I just did.”

      With that, Clay picked up his wallet from the nightstand and shoved it in his back pocket. Out came his car keys. And without another look in her direction he let himself out of the door and, very probably, out of her life.