Page 167 of Indulge
“Sorry. Did you say my baby?”
My blood is boiling.
But then the light switch goes off.
“She’s a maniac,” I mutter.
“Uh. Yeah. I gathered it was bullshit. But seriously? You trying to deal with this without me has pissed me off.”
He finishes his drink and grabs the whiskey on the side table, refilling it and handing me the bottle.
I throw some back.
“Rowan. She told me that the baby was yours,” I say bluntly.
His mouth drops open.
“Ain’t no way,” he says, his nostrils flaring.
“No. I don’t believe for a second it’s true. But I don’t trust her intentions, so I’m looking into it without startling her.”
“Hmm. Yeah. Maybe a good idea. She fuckin’ cornered me outside Conan’s gym. Weird as hell. She wants me to marry her and pretend the baby is mine.”
I take another sip of whiskey.
“Yet, she’s saying it’s yours to me. What’s her game?”
He shrugs.
“I thought at first it was a ploy to get to you. She always had a soft spot for you. But then the whole desperate to marry me part threw me off.”
I lean back, thinking about what Rowan is saying.
It doesn’t really make much sense.
“Maybe she doesn’t care which twin she gets. Bella, perhaps, is a threat to her. She’s jealous and wants one of us back?” I suggest.
“Not a fucking clue. But I told her to come back with proof. What if she is?”
“I was always safe with her. Were you? You didn’t see her outside of Inferno?”
Rowan chews on his lip.
“Nah. Never. I know how much your legal agreements mean to you.”
I chuckle in response.
“And now do you see why?”
“Yeah. So, what? We just wait and see how crazy she gets? Or if a bump appears?”
“Drago and Finn are working on it. Let’s just see how it pans out and avoid Inferno.”
He nods, turning off the TV.
“Easy. We’ve got our hands full with our girl,” Rowan says.
“About that. She was asking how we’re going to handle both being with her long term. I—I was honest and said I don’t know.”
