Page 105 of Love Thief

“Why are you out with them?” he complains.

“Next question,” I say, and Carter puts his thumbs up.

“You look beautiful, Kitten. I miss you.” I can see him staring at me, and my anger rises like a phoenix from the ashes.

“Are you high? You know where I am, the whole world knows, and thanks to your bitches, I’m getting hassled. Someone tried to push me over today. Push me. I’m twenty-five weeks pregnant, and they tried to get rid of an imposter’s baby. Sort it, Kellen.” And I hang up. Again.

Kasey is gawking at me.

Carter gives me a high-five. “Our work here is done,” he pouts.

“She never needed help.” I look up to see Jonno standing next to me at the side of the booth.

“Rehab for you again, Jonno, stalker section,” I tell him and he grins. “This is my brother, Jonno Greystone.” I introduce him to Carter and Gary. Kasey, he knows.

He smiles at them and then his face turns stony as he says, “Who tried to push you over? I’ll get Lily in tomorrow, and I’ll speak to Tommy.”

“Tommy stopped her before she got to me fully, but she was going for it. I think I need to get out of London, go to Devon. I’ll come for site visits that I can’t do via Zoom. To be honest, that’s so few and far between, I may as well go. There is nothing so important as these two.” I touch my stomach.

“Can we all come to Devon?” asks Carter, eyeing Jonno’s muscles.

“Yes, if you want, I’ll make the arrangements,” I say in a daze.

Chapter

Thirty-Two

MARCUS

Fucking Becker. How dare he tell me to get lost, and take my wife out to dinner. I’m sitting in my big lounge, the sun is shining, the beach looks warm and breezy, a balmy Californian day. I turn on the messages from James. I need to distract myself from the situation I’m in, and that fucker Becker, worming his way into her life.

The heartbeats are first up, my go to. I sit and listen to them. She looks ridiculously good. Why is she out with them? She’s fucking pregnant, she should be home. The heart beats continue to throb out through my speakers.

I hit the next message. Little Eamonn, looking so like Bug at that age, no wonder he and Evie love each other. I try to zoom in on the movement of the babies, but I can’t see it.

My phone pings and I groan. I know it will be him.

James

Come home, Dad. I don’t like Kasey Becker.

James

Come home, Dad.

Attachment:

25 week picture.

James

Come home, Dad. Someone tried to push her over. Sort it, or I will.

I raise my brows at that, not sure other than a statement what I can do.

I FaceTime Tim. “Hey, I need to kill the rumours that those babies are not mine. Evie is getting physically pushed around.”

He stays silent, then says, “Well, that’s easy. Go home and be with her.”

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