This time, he did stop. Slowly and deliberately.
This is going to be a problem.
“What?” he bit out, flat and cold.
“We’re not done.”
“We are for tonight.”
“No,” I countered, shaking my head. “We’re not.”
He let out a quiet breath. “We’re not brothers,” he repeated, like it was his new mantra, testing me.
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.” His eyes locked onto mine, focused, dangerous in a way that felt more familiar to me. “Whatever this is doing to you, it’s not the same thing it’s doing to me.”
“I didn’t say it was.”
“Then don’t act like you understand.”
“I understand enough. You always think you have to carry everything on your own.”
“That’s because I do.”
“No, you don’t. You have me. You have Isla. And soon, we’ll have a baby.”
“You guys keep throwing that ‘we’ word around like it’s supposed to solve everything.”
“What if it does?”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means…” I didn’t waver in speaking with conviction.
“What if we don’t find out who the father is?”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
JULIUS
“What?”I bit.
“You heard me.”
“No, I don’t think I did.”
He stepped closer to me until we were standing right in front of one another.
“Let me make myself crystal fucking clear, then. What if we don’t find out who the father of the baby is?”
I scoffed. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’ve never meant anything more in my life.”
“You could live like that? Not knowing?”
