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I should’ve known Hudson couldn’t keep his fat mouth shut. He probably went and tattled as soon as he got thechance.
I rub my eyes when the lights turn on. Lauren comes rushing into the living room, tying a purple robe around her waist infrustration.
“I hope blood doesn’t make you queasy,” she bites out, stomping herfeet.
I raise abrow.
“Because I’m about to castrate mybrother.”
If only she had done thatsooner.
I pull myself into a sitting position, resting my back on the couch, and shrug like the shitshow about to happen isn’t myfault.
Curse words fly out of her mouth with every step she takes while he continues his tantrum on the other side of thedoor.
“Jesus, fuck, Dallas!” she yells, swinging the door open. “You’d better be getting a bedroom ready at your place for when I getevicted.”
He bursts into the living room without paying her a glance. His sharp eyes cut straight to me, demanding answers, and his pain-stricken face confirms what I was afraid of. He’s as terrified as Iam.
“Is it true?” he blurtsout.
Lauren slams the door and storms into the living room. “Is whattrue?”
His attention doesn’t leave my face. “Are youpregnant?”
I have no words. I’m frozen in place—unable to move, unable to talk, unsure of where to go withthis.
“I’m confused as to why that’s any of your business and why you felt the need to show up here like someone is about to blow the place up,” Lauren replies forme.
He doesn’t answer her. His attention stays fixed on me, as if Lauren weren’t even in theroom.
“Answer me,” hedemands.
I clear my throat, about to cave in and tell him but chicken out and nodinstead.
The anguish on his face amplifies. “Is itmine?”
This is themoment.
This is where I have to decide not only my future, but also mybaby’s.
“Wait … what?” Laurenscreeches.
Chapter Four
Dallas
My head spinslike I’ve been beating it against a wall allday.
Not one rational thought has climbed through my brain since Hudson broke the news. He’d been thrown into a tough spot. He either had to betray the woman he loved or hisblood.
He chose me. He chose the truth. Instead of fucking his fiancée senseless the night of his engagement, he came over and spilled her best friend’s secret. I would’ve never forgiven him had he kept it from me. Pure ice sinks through my veins as I just think aboutit.
Lauren is behind me, firing off question after question, but my attention is pinned on Willow. Her green eyes, filled with confliction and scorn, narrow myway.
I take a calming breath as an attempt to help us both relax. “Is the baby mine?” I askagain.
All eye contact shatters when her gaze drops to her lap, and she fidgets with her hands. Sure fucking sign of lying. I stupidly pull out the pregnancy test I forced Hudson to buy at the pharmacy before coming here from my pocket. I can’t decipher if the gasp coming from her is from surprise oranger.
