Page 146 of Let You Love Me

Then they can tell you you’re crazy, and you can move on.

My heart lurches in my throat as my fingers move over the keypad of my phone, and I punch out the question before I can stop myself and hit send.

Me:

What if he’s Sophie’s father?

Atlas:

Oh fuck.

Chris:

Damn. If that’s her baby daddy, you’re toast. He’s so much better than all of us.

Jace:

Hey, speak for yourself, fucker.

Graham:

Do you really think that’s a possibility?

Me:

I mean, he was around then.

Jace:

What did she tell you about the father?

Me:

Early on, she told me he was from out of state and attending one of her father’s summer football camps before her senior year. They had a summer romance, and she never saw him again.

I give it some more consideration and her explanation doesn’t sit well with me.

Me:

Now that I think about it, Lane isn’t the type to have a fling. She’s conservative. Thoughtful. A rule follower. It doesn’t jive that she would fall for someone that quickly and jump into bed with them. It would make more sense if she knew the father for a lot longer.

Fuck.

Chris:

Okay, but what reason would she have to lie?

I exhale, running a hand over the back of my neck while I think.

Whywouldshe lie?

To protect Chance? That didn’t seem right.

Every time I’ve seen them interact, she’s made it clear there’s no love lost there, at least on her end. So, it doesn’t make sense she’d hide paternity for his sake.

There has to be another reason. One I’m not seeing.

Jace:

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