Who's the Daddy (Crescent Cove 3)

All of it.

From the mess with the foam blocks, to not being prepared to take names, to letting Dare just run rough-shod over my reproductive organs.

“Just who do you think you are?” I demanded, turning away from Sage’s flushed cheeks to glare at the object of all my frustration.

Dare and his ridiculously large dick had gotten me into this kettle. And he was making it even worse by being all broody and hot and acting as if he was my studly bodyguard.

It was a baby shower, for God’s sake. Not a crime scene.

At least not yet.

“I think I’m involved in this situation, and I’m not about to let you push me out.”

I frowned. What did that mean? The way his jaw locked made me wonder if this was the first time he’d felt as if he was being shut out of a…situation, as he’d put it.

With Wes’s mom maybe? I didn’t know any of the story there.

Not the time, Kelsey.

Sage stepped forward, leaving a bewildered Oliver in the dust. “Situation, huh?”

Sage and Ally exchanged a look.

“Hey, guess what, everyone, change of plans. It’s too hot out here for the mom-to-be.” Ally shot me a loaded glance and quickly kept going. “Let’s move this party inside.”

“Inside where?” Came Seth’s plaintive question. “You all aren’t allowed in the man-cave.”

Ally rushed toward the back door. “Not now, Hamilton. Ladies, follow me.”

Unfortunately, she wasn’t moving fast enough to prevent my mouth from detonating. Even as my lips opened, I knew I needed to shut the heck up and wait until the women dispersed.

But with one look at Dare’s smug, self-satisfied expression, my panic and fear and frustration exploded.

All over Dare.

“You know what, Mr. Know It All? This baby may not even be yours!”

Twelve

The room fuzzed out of focus and I couldn’t hear for what seemed like forever. What did she just say?

I took a step back, then another. Noise came rushing in and yet it was only birds and a distant speaker pumping out music.

Pin drop moment in the flesh.

Not mine.

Not mine.

Maybe not mine.

The maybe part wouldn’t stick. Just the idea that someone else had been inside her within enough time to plant a baby inside of her was like a seizing motor in my brain.

“Dare, I didn’t—”

I held up my hand and turned to escape. No fucking way I could stand there in front of all those people and listen to her excuses. Not now.

Maybe not ever.