Page 19 of Knot What I Expected

“I said Gabriella.”

“That was my name, not hello.”

He considers that.

“Hello, Gabriella. Where’s Gia?”

I laugh despite myself.

“Not here.”

His expression darkens.

“Where is she?”

“She went back to the cabin.”

“Alone?”

“Oh my God.”

He’s already reaching for his phone.

“She’s pregnant.”

“I know, Wreck. She told me so herself. You were there.”

“She shouldn’t be alone.”

“She is a grown woman.”

His stare tells me he finds that completely irrelevant.

“She’s fine,” I add. “She said she was tired and wanted to lie down.”

That stops him.

“Fuck. She was tired?”

I bite my lip.

This giant terrifying male is ridiculous.

“Pregnant women get tired.”

“I should go.”

A hand catches the back of his shirt.

“Sit the fuck down, Yogi.”

And there he is.

Rowan Cross.

Havoc.

My entire body goes strangely still.