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But the guilt started to eat at me. Whether or not Jett wants to be a part of this baby’s life, he has the right to know about Little Bean. I just hope he doesn’t destroy me in the meantime.

Enough about Jett. I’ll deal with him later. Gibson is my current priority. I spot him making out with a woman on the sidewalk. She must be Mercy.

I’ve been looking forward to meeting her. Too bad our first meeting will involve me yelling at her boyfriend for busting out of rehab early.

I march toward them.

“What the hell?” Jett’s shout has me stopping in my tracks. “What are you doing here? Are you stalking me?”

“Wow. How big is your ego? I’m not stalking you. I’m the PA for the band or did the bump on your head give you amnesia?”

The rest of the band and their partners gather around us. Awesome. An audience.

“You won’t be the PA any longer if I can help it,” Jett grumbles.

He couldn’t have hurt me more if he stabbed me in the heart with a rusty knife. What an asshole.

Where’s the man I spent a few days with in San Diego? The one who laughed at my jokes? The one who became obsessed with Peaky Blinders? The one who showed me how gently he could make love to me?

I force those thoughts away. I know better than to search for the man Jett showed me when he was injured. That man is an illusion. The real Jett is a complete and utter asshole.

I throw my arms in the air. “Not this again. How many times are you going to try and get me fired?”

He doesn’t respond. Probably because he’s too busy staring at my bump.

“Are you pregnant?”

I place a protective hand over my stomach.

“You are. It better not be fucking mine,” he snarls.

“It’s yours, asshole!” I yell.

He opens his mouth to speak but then must think better of it. He snaps his mouth shut before whirling around and stalking off without saying another word.

My breath catches and tears well in my eyes. I knew he wouldn’t handle my being pregnant with his baby well, but this is worse than my worst nightmares.

I whirl around and rush away. I can’t face the rest of the band now.

Chapter 10

Father – not a word Jett wants associated with him

Jett

I stomp to my house. I must be sleeping. This is some kind of nightmare. Because it can’t be true. Aurora can’t be pregnant with my child.

She can’t be. I always glove up. I never, ever slide into a woman without a condom on my dick. No matter how much Aurora tempted me, I didn’t enter her bare.

But I saw the proof for myself. Her little baby belly didn’t lie.

A sliver of possessiveness snakes through my chest. The baby is mine. I shove the thought away. I can’t have a child. I can’t raise a child. I can’t be a parent.

Did Aurora show up in Winter Falls to drop this bomb on me? I didn’t realize she was cruel. She knows I don’t want children.

I reach my house and fling my door open but when I try to slam it shut behind me Fender grunts.

I glare at him. “What are you doing?”

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