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My fingers curl around a small handful of popcorn before launching it in his face. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a moron?”
He picks up as many as he can, shoving them into his mouth, then cocks his head after he swallows. “Plenty, actually. But I’m a lovable moron, and that’s what matters.”
My eyes roll, and he catches me off guard when I’m not looking, snatching the remote control from my fingers.
“Hey!”
“Best if I choose. Just to be on the safe side.”
I slump back into the recliner, watching him run through the playlist, stopping at a movie about a man who is an undercover agent on some mission that I haven’t seen before.
A pang of nostalgia hits my stomach, putting me off my popcorn. Every time I came down here, it was with Jordin. We’d sit up watching Romcoms all night, laughing until sunrise. I miss hanging out with her so much it physically hurts, and Ian won’t let her leave the house except to go to school and back again. Even then, she’s never on her own.
My eyes grow heavy with boredom as the movie plays. Colton is so engrossed he doesn’t notice me lowering my head to the pillow. A ten-minute nap won’t hurt.
My eyes reopen as the end credits begin to roll.
“I can’t believe you slept through that. You missed an awesome movie,” Colton says, a little disappointed.
I yawn, stretching my arms high above my head. “Let me guess. The people he was working for found out he was undercover and tried to kill him, so he got in there first. Then he met a girl. They fell madly in love, lived happily ever after, and made lots of babies.”
He chuckles. “Something like that.”
My eyes roll. “So predictable.”
“That what happened between you and Saint?”
“What? That we tried to kill each other?” I tease.
“That you made a baby.”
Startled, I sit up, tears swelling behind my eyes.
“You listened to my private conversation?”
“Hard not to.”
“You can’t tell anyone, Colton. I mean it. That’s my personal business, no one else’s.”
“Does Saint know?”
I shake my head, eyes casting downward. “No. He doesn’t know.”
“How far along were you?”
“A few weeks.”
“Shouldn’t you tell him? I mean, I think it’s something he should know. I’d want to know if it was my girlfriend.”
A tear escapes, sliding a wet path down my cheek. “Our baby is gone, Colton. There’s nothing left for me to tell.”
“When did it happen? Before or after the attack?”
“Does it matter?”
He gives me a serious look. “It matters.”
I suck in a ragged breath, hugging a cushion tightly to my chest for comfort.
