Page 23 of Marriage of Sin


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Okay, that wasn’t ideal.

I probably should’ve been a little more patient. Maybe waited until I was alone with Finn to tell him the biggest news of his life, instead of blurting it out in front of his two brothers (actual brothers or like BFF sort of bros? I’m not sure) and his extremely pretty business partner.

Now everyone’s staring at me. I look back in panic and even Kathryn’s got her face in her hands, shaking her head.

I really messed that one up.

But at least I have Finn’s attention. He’s staring at me with wide, intense eyes, his grip on my arm tightening. Everyone else seems to disappear—he looks only at me now.

“You’re pregnant?” he asks, and I can barely hear him over the club music.

“Can we just go somewhere and talk?” I ask him, itching to get away from prying ears. “I’m sorry, I should’ve waited, it’s just—”

He looks over his shoulder. “Gen, take care of whatever mess my brothers made. Carson and Nolan, you two didn’t hear a fucking thing, understood?”

“Yeah, Finley, you got it,” the tallest of the two brothers says. I didn’t know Finn’s full name was Finley.

Finn grimaces. “Just keep it together while I’m gone.” He turns back to me. “This way.”

He drags me through the club. I catch sight of Kathryn and she gives me a nod of encouragement. She’ll be okay, hopefully, probably.

Well, I should worry less about her and more about what Finn’s about to do with me.

His face is a dark mask of anger. He walks with purpose, parting through the crowd, bumping shoulders, barking sharp orders, cutting a swath through the packed space until we reach the back hallway. We bypass the bathroom line until he reaches an unmarked door with a numeric padlock. He types in a pin code and I’m rushed inside.

It’s an office. A nice office, too. Thick carpet, big desk, lots of drawers and shelves, and a bank of little security camera TVs, each showing a different part of the club. The noise is dulled in here. He walks to the desk, leaving me near the door, and turns to glare at me, arms crossed over his chest.

“Explain,” he says, looking at me with a sharp, angry stare.

This is a Finn I’ve never seen before.

The Finn I knew was easygoing, if a little grumpy. He was quick to flirt, to tease, to joke.

But this man is all business.

Not that I can blame him.

I take a deep breath and slowly let it out to calm myself. “I found out this morning. I mean, I’ve suspected for a couple weeks, but I took the tests, and—”

He holds up a hand. “I shouldn’t ask, since you’re here and all. But I have to anyway.”

“It’s yours,” I say quietly. “I haven’t been with anyone else.”

His jaw works. I expect him to curse me out, to call me names for spilling that information in front of his (actual) brothers, but instead, he cocks his head. “I haven’t either.”

That’s not what I expected at all. My heartrate ticks up. “You haven’t…what?”

“Been with anyone else.” His jaw works more like he’s trying to grind his teeth to dust. “Fuck, Dara. You’re really pregnant with my baby?”

“I know it’s crazy.” I lean against the back of a chair. “Trust me, imagine how I’m feeling right now. I have no job, no apartment, I’m sleeping on Kathryn’s couch—”

His eyes widen, anger shivering up into his expression. “Slow down. You’re what?”

“Sleeping on Kathryn’s couch.” I sigh, shoulders slumping. “It’s a long story.”

“Sit down,” he says, practically growling at me, and drags me into a chair. “You’re pregnant with my baby, for god’s sake, don’t just stand there. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Right. Sorry.” I blink at him, confused by the angry tone contrasting his doting words. “It’s been a rough few weeks.”

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