Nineteen?
Baz was going to be sick.
“Sebastian, please, I can explain everything. I can. Really. You just have to give me a chance. We can work this out. Iloveyou. The babylovesyou. Please, Sebastian. Please give us a chance. I know—”
He shook his head, seriously worried he was going to vomit. The past nine months had been a lie. One after another at that. They hadn’t even had sex. The babycouldn’tbe his because they hadn’t had sex. He’d lost nine fucking months with JJ because of this shit.
“Jesus, Molly. How the fuck could you do this?”
He headed for the door. It opened before he could reach it, and an older couple appeared, both of them smiling.
The man’s gaze narrowed on Baz, probably wondering who he was.
“You must be Kevin,” the woman greeted, her eyes skeptical as they bounced over to where Molly was still begging him to stay.
“I’m sorry?”
“Kevin? Liz’s boyfriend?”
Liz? She went by Liz?
And she’d told them his name was Kevin?
Holy fuck.
Baz shook his head. “No. I’m … uh … no, I’m not Kevin. If you’ll excuse me.”
The last thing he heard as he headed for the exit was Molly or Liz or whoever the fuck she was calling his name.
He didn’t turn around.
Chapter Nineteen
JJ stared at the open folder infront of her, at the two sheets of ordinary white paper with the black ink on them. Funny how something so common could be so … disturbing. Then again, it wasn’t the paper or the ink but rather the details. That saying … the devil is in the details … well, it was quite literal in this case.
She had tried to call Baz once, but he hadn’t answered and she desperately wanted to talk to him.
Thankfully, the barn was clearing out as the team got on the road for Dallas. She had promised Brantley she would be there in time for the afternoon training when he offered Reese’s truck for her to drive since they would be driving up in Brantley’s. Although she wasn’t keen on the idea of going alone, she would do it just to prove that she was reliable.
But first, she was hoping to talk to Baz.
Not that sharing the particulars was going to change the fact that Baz was having a baby. It didn’t matter that Molly was nineteen years old or that she’d been committed to not one but three different psychiatric facilities in the past eight years, she was obviously pregnant based on what Baz had told them. Despite the fact she had been diagnosed with schizophrenia at a young age, had birthed two other children by two different men—one when she was only fourteen, the other when she was almost eighteen, both put up for adoption—it appeared Molly Ryan was still having babies with unsuspecting men.
She knew without a doubt Baz wasn’t aware of any of this. In fact, he didn’t even know she was a teenager. Although JJ had never cared about the personal details of the woman Baz had made a baby with, she had assumed Molly was at least legal drinking age. Safe assumption since they’d met in a bar.
Granted, that was the least of their worries.
Forty-five minutes later, after she’d attempted to call Baz two more times and the call had been sent directly to voicemail, JJ knew she needed to get on with her day. When she did get ahold of Baz, she could break the news to him then.
No sooner had she stood when she caught a flash of movement on the other monitor on her desk. She no longer simply relied on the screen downstairs to show her the camera angles. These days she was far too paranoid to not have that information at hand, so she kept them streaming on the second monitor on her desk. There, pulling into the driveway, was Baz’s truck.
“You can do this,” she muttered to herself, running her hand down the front of her shirt to smooth it. She could relay this information to Baz in a non-critical way. She could warn him without getting emotional.
A minute later, she heard the faint beep of the keypad outside the door, held her breath as she waited for him to come inside. She listened to his footsteps, fearing what he was there to tell her. Had the baby been born? Would he want to celebrate? Was he here to tell her she would need to find a new place because he needed to set up a nursery in the bedroom she slept in?
Her stomach cramped at the thought.
When he reached the top of the stairs, JJ turned and froze.
