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She scoffs. “I cannot believe how small your bump is. It’s actually infuriating.”

I laugh as she rolls her eyes. “I’m sorry?”

She nods as she links her arm with mine. “You should be. When I’m as big as a house in a few short months, I’ll remember this and secretly hate you for it.”

“Okay.” I laugh as my stomach growls again. “As long as you keep it to yourself.”

“Bitch,” she hisses but her smile takes any sting out of the comment and I nudge her with my shoulder as I turn to Ali.

“Let’s go. I’m dying to find out what your husband learned about the incident last night.”

Even just mentioning what happened to me last night brings the memories back full force as the three of us make our way down to the kitchen and I struggle to block them out, Luca’s face flashing in my mind like a warning. What could have Logan possibly learned in the last eight hours that will be of any help to me? If it were anyone else handling this, I would be an absolute mess, unable to give up control and probably get myself into even more trouble but I trust Logan and the rest of the club to keep me safe. And I may not know exactly how yet but I know that they will find a way to get me out of this mess.

Hell, it’s only been eight hours and it seems like Logan already has a lead for us. Who else could do that?

“Mornin’, ladies,” Logan calls from the dining room table as we reach the bottom of the stairs and I glance up to greet him. The smile falls from my face and my breath catches in my throat at the sight of the other man sitting across from him, staring a hole through me.

Oh, hell.

A wave of warmth washes through me as our eyes meet and my belly does a flip. He looks even better than I remember and images from the weekend we spent locked up together in my house flash through my mind in rapid succession, reminding of just how damn good it felt when he pressed his lips against mine and the way he made me laugh like no other man ever has. It was maybe the first time, in years, that I spent so much time in bed with a man, not having sex. Don’t get me wrong, there was lots and lots of sex over those three days, but it was also more.

So much more.

My hand itches to touch my belly, feel the life the two of us made together, but that would be an absolute disaster so I keep it at my side, locked in place, as I try, desperately, to make my brain function. God. That’s so damn hard to do when he’s staring at me with those warm brown eyes like he wants to undress me right here, in front of everyone. Not that I’d complain. The baby delivers a hard kick, pulling me back into reality and I suck in a breath as I rip my gaze from his.

Oh, God, I’m not ready for this.

My muscles ache and I will them to relax as I try to think of something to say to them, anything other than the truth, but it’s not very effective. Ali stares at me intently from my side, trying to read the tension in the room and knowing her, she’s not far from figuring it all out. Plastering a smile to my face, I force myself to relax and pray like hell that it’s convincing.

“Morning, boys. Is there coffee?”

Logan scowls into his own mug before glancing over his shoulder at me. “Should you really be…”

“Do you really want to stand between me and coffee right now?” I snap, cutting him off as I shoot him a glare. My heart jumps into my throat and my mind screams as I wait for his response, hoping he’ll let this go and not reveal my secret. I peek over at Ali. Her brow is knitted together as she glances between the two of us and I swear, I can see the wheels in her mind spinning.

Jesus Christ, this is a disaster.

Most of the people in this room know about my pregnancy except for the one person who desperately needs to know and I can’t tell any of them to not reveal that information without outing myself in the process.

Fuck.

I know I didn’t have a plan for how I was going to tell this man that he’s the father of my child but this scenario is worse than anything I could have imagined. We should have been alone, somewhere private, where he could have a total meltdown if that’s what he needed to do. Not stuck in his president’s kitchen with three other people watching his life change. Logan holds his hands up in surrender, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Suppose not. There’s a full pot on the counter.”

I nod, swallowing past the lump in my throat as I tear my gaze away from them and turn toward the kitchen, my heart hammering in my chest like a jackhammer. Ali follows behind me and I can feel her gaze burrowing into the back of my head like she’s going to crack open my skull and figure out why I’m acting so damn weird from the sheer power of her glare. She probably could, too. Stopping at the coffee pot puts me just out of the boys’ line of sight and I breathe a sigh of relief as I grab a mug and fill it. Ali is at my side in a second, though, arching a brow and crossing her arms over her chest.

“What the hell was that out there?” she hisses, her gaze flicking to the dining room like I might not know what she’s talking about and I shrug, refusing to meet her gaze as I raise the coffee cup to my lips and take a sip. The hot liquid burns down my throat as I turn away from her.

“What do you mean?”

I don’t even give her a chance to respond before I start walking back out to the table with my mug in hand. There isn’t a single part of me that wants to be trapped at a table with my baby’s father, who is still completely in the dark about said baby, but I want to be trapped in the kitchen with Ali and her FBI level deduction skills even less.

Shit.

Is it hot in here?

Logan is flipping through a folder full of paperwork when I walk back into the dining room and I catch the logo for the Baton Rouge Police Department at the top of one of the forms. I nod to the folder as I sit down between them.