Page 131 of The Way We Score

“I’m not seeing the filing.”

“Mason!”

“Why wouldn’t he file the papers?” My friend’s voice sounds genuinely confused, as if he thinks we’re dealing with normal people.

“Call his lawyer. Let me know as soon as you know something.”

Hanging up the phone, I turn back to my smirking… ex? “You didn’t sign the divorce papers.”

“My little pet.” Warner smiles down at me. “Why in the world would I want to divorce you—especially now that I know you might be having my baby.”

Another jerk back. “Yourbaby?” My voice goes high. “You mother—” At the last second, I remember we’re in a family restaurant. Shaking my head, I turn. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Come here.” Allie puts her arm around me. “Want me to drive you to your mom’s?”

Garrett is right at my side. “She’s staying at my place tonight.”

“What’s going on here?” Jack walks up, followed closely by Zane.

“You okay, G?” Logan is right behind them, and I want to die.

“Looks like the gang’s all here.” The sound of Warner’s voice turns my stomach.

“Garrett?” I look up at him, and he reads my expression.

His jaw is tight, but he takes a breath. “This is Warner Oberon, Liv’s ex.”

“Not quite.” Warner smiles, holding out his hand for a shake. “I’m here for my wife and a paternity test.”

“I’m not taking a paternity test, you smug asshole. I haven’t slept with you in… I don’t even remember.” Several people around us turn to look, and heat flashes in my face. “Garrett, please.”

His fists are clenched, but he takes my hand, leading me away from Allie and his brothers in the direction of the door.

“I’m staying out on the Island when you’re ready to talk, babe!” Warner calls after us. “I hope we don’t have to do this the hard way.”

Garrett’s hand tightens on my arm, but I hold him close. “Don’t.”

It’s a short walk from the restaurant to the Bradford house, and as soon as we enter the back door, I rush to the guest bathroom, dropping to my knees as I barf the pico de gallo and Liquid Death I had at Cooters & Shooters all in the toilet.

My shoulders heave, and angry tears burst from my eyes. Garrett squeezes into the small room with me, sliding large hands along the sides of my face and holding back my hair.

“It’s okay…” His voice is soothing, but I’m a wreck.

“Oh, God.” I gasp, reaching for tissues off the back of the toilet as I flush. “I hate throwing up. I hate Warner Oberon the third.”

“Come here.” He pulls me into his arms, and I lean my cheek against his chest. “Looks like Gigi hates him, too.”

“I can’t believe I married that guy.” Sitting up, I blow my nose, anger burning in my chest. “I can’t believe he’s doing this. And trying to say Gigi is his? What the fuck?”

“I wish you’d let me stuff him in a dumpster.” Garrett tracesthe hair off my cheek behind my ear, and despite my anger, I huff a laugh into another handful of tissues.

“I would love for you to stuff him in a dumpster.” His brow rises excitedly, but I shake my head. “It would only make things worse.”

“But think how good it would feel.”

Pushing off the floor, I hold Garrett’s hand as he helps me to my feet. “It really would.”

Leaning over the sink, I scoop a handful of water into my mouth before following Garrett to the stairs.

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