“My woman? You think Greer is my woman.”
This isn’t going to be fun. Might as well get it over and done with as fast as possible. “That’s correct. Havoc thinks you’re my lover, and that he’s my side piece. Or was it the other way around? It’s so hard to keep track of all of my conquests these days. I’m in bed because it’s all so mentally taxing for my delicate female brain. Now what would make this night absolutely perfect is if you two engaged in a brawl over my honor. To which I will gladly choose to be forever true—ish—to the man who wins. Well, until my hormones run rampant and I need to find another man to have my way with. It’s all so confusing.”
Havoc stands there with an inscrutable look on his face, while Bram gapes at me like I’ve lost my mind. Creed is the onlyone who looks like he’s going to laugh until his head explodes in a minute.
“I am not going to engage in fisticuffs with my brother.” Bram looks between the two of us. “I came here to tell Havoc that we were never dating. That it was all a rumor some of the brothers started, and you’re in love with him.”
“Why? Havoc doesn’t care about the truth, or he would have asked me or you before he gave up on us. There is nothing left to say. Now, I do believe it is time for me to go home. Would you mind escorting me there, Bram? I’m quite fatigued and ready to take a bit of a nap before I pack up and leave.”
Bram gulps a few times.
“Thank you, Havoc and Creed, for your assistance in my time of need. You saved not only my life but my son’s life, and for that I will be forever grateful. If you ever find yourself in need of assistance, don’t hesitate to contact my lawyer. He knows how to get in touch with me.”
***
I was wrong. Sleep eluded me. I might lose my mind if I stare at the ceiling any longer, but I don’t have the energy to get out of bed, even though I’ve been here all day after being in Havoc’s all night.
Don’t think about him. That part of your life is over. You have a plan. A carefully crafted, reasonable plan that will ensure your son’s happiness. That’s the only thing that matters.
The flutters changed everything.
This child, who was an idea…cells in a petri dish became so real. I’m going to be a mother.
The two of us are going to find happiness together, without Havoc or a meddling Creed.
Everything is going to be just fine. I close my eyes and picture our new home on the beach…the soft sand, the gently lapping waves, the salty air…why does the air smell like garlic?
My eyes pop open to a man’s face hovering over mine.
“Boo…Your husband wants to see you.”
I Have Information
Havoc
She just walked out the door, and I let her.
How could I have messed this up so badly?
There are levels of stupidity…and this pretty much trumps them all. The worst thing about this is that the woman I love almost died because of it.
Does that make me like the woman who shall never be named?
I lean my head back on the couch, but all I see are Greer’s blue lips.
She could have died.
Her son could have died.
Her baby could have died inside her body because of me.
That’s unforgivable.
Maybe it’s a good thing Greer walked away when she did. There is nothing in this world that I could do to make it up to her. I wouldn’t forgive myself.
“Are you done wallowing?”
Creed’s voice snaps me out of my spiral. “I’m not—”
