Pit Stop: Baby! (Crescent Cove 4)

God, could this get any worse?

“Gage, I’m okay.”

My affliction might be of the nine-month variety. With an extra special bonus of something that will be a part of me forever.

I met his gaze. Part of us.

Just the thought of us forever linked made my brain whirl.

If I was pregnant—which was still a very strong if—my baby daddy was a race car driver without a job right now. He probably wouldn’t even be sticking around.

I had no job. And no idea what the hell I was doing. Oh, and I was sleepwalking again.

My free hand went to my middle. “What if I hurt the—” I swallowed.

Saying the word would make it real. I wasn’t ready to go there yet.

“Hurt the—” His eyebrows snapped down. “Are you pregnant?”

Honesty was the only thing I had left. I was simply too tired to even try to evade.

“I don’t know.”

Eleven

If the floor opened up and swallowed me whole, I couldn’t have been more surprised.

“Rylee.”

“I don’t know, Gage. Okay?” Her huge dark eyes were wild. She kept looking around the room. Anywhere but at me. And her hand crept along her belly.

Jesus.

Part of her and part of me in there.

“Mine?”

Finally, her eyes stopped wheeling around. “Of course it’s yours.” She stood up and pushed me back. “Who else? I don’t go around doing—what we did with just anyone.”

I caught myself on the edge of the table and straightened from my crouched position. “Okay, okay. I just had to ask.”

“Which is exactly why I wouldn’t want to tell you.”

“You wouldn’t what?”

She tried to walk out of the room, but I caught her wrist. “You wouldn’t tell me?”

“I don’t know.” She tugged her wrist free.

My gut bottomed out again. “I get that you’re upset, but Jesus, Rylee. It’s our kid we’re talking about.”

“Keep your voice down.”

“Because you’re ashamed to have my kid?” I didn’t lower my voice. Sure enough, people started glancing our way.

“No. I didn’t say that.”

“Oh, really? Because that’s what it sounds like.”