Page 163 of Indulge
“Has Reggie mentioned anything?”
I shake my head.
“No. Why?”
“I’m pregnant, Rowan.”
My heart almost jumps into my throat, making me cough.
“Right? I’m not sure how that concerns me.”
Her smile turns menacing.
“It’s Reggies.”
Oh, fucking hell.
“I doubt that, Lyla. Reggie is the safest man I know.”
Well, unless it’s Bella.
“It’s true, and he knows. Now, I need him to call off his stupid wedding and marry me instead. I can’t be having this baby outside of wedlock, Rowan. I’m panicking.”
She places a hand over her stomach and I feel sick. There is no fucking way he would have been this dumb.
But why was he at Inferno with her?
“Lyla. I’m not getting involved. Clearly Reggie doesn’t believe you either. Hence why you’ve run to me. I’m not helping you.”
I open up my driver door and she bursts out into tears.
“Lyla. This needs to stop. Okay? Reggie is happy with Bella. You can’t ruin that. I won’t let you.”
She sniffles, looking up at me.
“Well, we could always pretend it’s yours? You marry me? You’re twins. That’s basically the same person anyway.”
I blink in disbelief. She’s crazy.
“No, Lyla. I’m not marrying you. Come back when you actually have some proof.”
With that, I slide behind the wheel and slam the door, leaving her staring at me.
I hit dial on Reggie’s number, my heart still hammering.
Voicemail.
Fuck! I slam my fist on the wheel.
“Asshole. Pick up. We gotta talk. Privately.”
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REGGIE
Finn leans back, calculating everything I’ve just told him. As soon as Rowan text me saying Lyla had been in contact, I knew I had to do something.
“I don’t believe she is pregnant, Reggie,” Stephanie says; she’s carrying her own proof of knowledge, and the way she says it makes it land heavier. She’s one of the best cardiac surgeons in the state; if she says the biology doesn’t add up, I listen.
