Page 4 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“That’s not all.” I’d want someone to tell me if I were in the situation, so I have to get this out of the way.
“Just say it already, fucker,” he snarls at me when I don’t talk fast enough.
“I was at the hospital today.” I’m not sure why I have to give him the background of it all when I could just spit it all out at once.
“Why?” His eyebrow goes up in suspicion, but I wave him off.
“That’s not important. Becca was outside with Emily.” I am talking fast now. “And Becca was with this guy, the doctor.” I know he’ll know who I’m talking about.
“Dr. Douche,” he growls under his breath. This is not good at all.
“Yeah, about that.” I clear my throat, building the courage I need to give him the bad news. “It seems as if they’re having a baby.”
Complete silence envelopes the room. I am holding my breath, worried that I would set Dylan off somehow if I move in any way, shape or form.
Without another word, he turns around, marches to the door, grabs the keys to his bike, and he is gone before I have time to recover.
I’m not sure for how long I just stand here, but I jump when Devereaux steps next to me in the quiet living room.
“So he knows?” I know he is asking about Dylan finding out that his father is alive. But I somehow don’t think that piece of information affected him as much as the other.
“More than he wanted to,” I snort laugh.
Devereaux turns to look at me with cold, calculating eyes.
“Explain.”
“I had to tell him that Becca is pregnant,” I explain. “He is not the father.”
If it was Sully, we’d have a good laugh over what I just said. Seeing that I am not chatting it up with Sully, I keep a straight face.
“And how would you know that for a fact?”
“I saw Becca and her doctor at the hospital. They were talking about the baby.”
“Hmm,” Devereaux gives me a pensive look, then turns around to stare out into the backyard where everyone is having a good time. “That’s not good at all, Mr. Puck.”
Statement of the century.
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Puck
“I need to check on Emily,”I tell Devereaux, my eyes automatically going toward the set of windows on the second floor that are facing the backyard where we are currently in.
“Leave her,” he orders. “She needs some time.”
I turn my head in surprise to stare at him. “Time for what? She said she was just going to wash up and change.”
“She is not ready to meet Wyatt just yet,” her father explains to me in his always even tone. “And I understand.”
I bob my head up and down a couple of times, acting like I understand, but I really don’t. If I found out that I had a brother I’d never met, I’d be all over that.
I decide to drop it for now and change the subject.
“Dylan’s gonna lose his mind all together for the foreseeable future,” I mention, referring to the fact that his woman is pregnant with another man’s child.
“Completely understandable,” Devereaux nods.
