“The company car is part of my professional image,” he said coldly.

“Selling it would make me look like I’m failing at my job.”

“We can’t afford it, Adam.”

“Graham has money, Hazel,” he said, settling back in his chair and lowering his voice until it sounded nearly gentle again.

“He’d pay every medical bill out of his own pocket.

He’d pay a standard compensation fee that could wipe out all our household debt in six months.”

“I’m not having a baby for your boss,” I said, looking him straight in the eye.