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Holy shit.

I’m stunned.

There’s no other word for it.

Is she pregnant? I swallow the lump gathering in my throat.

“What color is most enticing to men?” He continues on. “What positions do men like the most?”

“She’s been…” I’m at a loss for words.

“Manipulating you?” Miko replies.

I clench my teeth, and though it appears she has indeed done just that, I don’t care. I want her. Her and her crazy obsession.

“Where is she now?” That’s all I care about. I’ll get the rest of my answers from her in due time, but right now, I want her back in my arms, where she’s safe and I can give her everything she wants and needs.

“Her cellphone is at the training pool. I’ve sent one of our guys over there to retrieve it.”

I pace the room, my heart thudding with each step I take.

My little nightmare has been playing me all along, and while I should be pissed, I find it oddly enticing. She wants me so badly, she’s resorted to any means possible. She wants to become pregnant with my baby.

Holy fuck, that’s hot.

Insane.

Incredible.

I almost stumble into Clint’s body, but somehow divert my feet just in time. It’s irritating it’s in my way, and I have an overwhelming urge to kick the fucker to let out my frustration. “How the hell did that happen?” I point toward Clint’s body on the floor.

“It appears Clint was doing a security check and realized Amanda was in the house with some punk.”

Miko spins the tablet around to face me, and I stop dead in my tracks. “The punk from the pool. What the fuck is he doing with Amanda?” I seethe.

“What’s his name?” Miko asks, ignoring my raging temper.

With a furrowed brow, I try to remember, but his name eludes me. All I know is he’s been sniffing around Immie.

Miko shakes his head, then taps away on his phone, and the next minute, a soft voice fills the air.

“Hello?”

“Little Ballerina. Can you tell me the name of the punk sniffing around Immie at the training pool?” Miko’s tone is delivered smooth and delicate, not one I’ve heard him use before.

“Brett?” Fern queries.

“Brett what?”

“Brett Govner. Why? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, baby.”

Baby? My eyebrows shoot up, and I scan Miko’s face. Of course the fucker’s face looks indifferent. You can’t get blood out of a stone.

“I’ll message you later.”

My eyes widen. Message her later for what? They message one another?