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What did Blake’s sister have to do with anything?

Are you drunk?

It was ten o’clock in New York. Margot being drunk made a hell of a lot more sense than anything else I could think of.

Are you going to deny it, then?

Because head’s up, dick dribbler, Grace told Blake.

Told Blake what?

That she’s pregnant!

I scrubbed a hand over my face. God, that whole conversation hurt my brain.

And what does that have to do with me?

Bubbles danced on the screen. But before Margot had finished her response, a text from Blake popped up.

Yes. I landed. You should probably cancel the reservation for tomorrow, though.

Are you getting back later than you thought? I can swing by your place instead, or you’re welcome at mine.

No. I’ve just given it a lot of thought, and we were a mistake.

What in the fuck was going on?

We are not a mistake.

I don’t want to discuss this over text. But I won’t be at Junoon tomorrow. And honestly, I think I need a few more days before I’ll be ready to discuss it with you.

I stared at her message, my chest going tight.

I’m sorry, Vance.

What in the hell had suddenly changed her mind?

Yesterday she was sending me messages about what dress she’d planned to wear to dinner—with nothing underneath—while telling me how much she’d missed me. And now she’d thought about it and decided “we were a mistake?”

When I tried to call her, she didn’t answer.

“Shit,” I breathed, falling back on the bed.

The jingle of Cowboy’s collar sounded before he hopped onto the blanket beside me and laid his head on my chest. The Margot texted again.

What does it have to do with you? You knocked her up, you fucking idiot!

Not only was Blake the only person I’d had sex with in months.Margot’s statement was ludicrous.

Who in the hell told you this? I have never seen Blake’s sister in my life.

Don’t deny it, you slimy little shit. Grace told Blake. She said the baby’s daddy was the My Dick Travels guy.

Maybe this will refresh your memory, asshole!

A picture came through.

I immediately recognized the petite brunette girl in the photo and shot off a text to Theo, my blood pressure rising.