Page 38 of Redemption's Inferno

“Are you pregnant?” He couldn’t describe the sinking feeling in his gut.

“Yes.”

“Whose? Viggo’s?”

“Jamie’s.” She swiped at her eyes. “I promised.”

“You promised?!” He could only stare at her. “You promised your ex-husband you’d let his new husband get you pregnant?!”

“I promised my ex-husband’s new boyfriend—boyfriend at the time—I would help him get the one thing he wanted that Viggo couldn’t give him.”

“A child.”

“A biological child.”

He breathed in through his nose, long and deep, before exhaling slowly. He hadn’t expected this, hadn’t had any idea she was still sexually involved with either Viggo or both Viggo and Jamie. “So you’re still with him—them?”

She shook her head. “No. I mean, we live together and were still having sex, but we weren’t together like that. It was…convenient. And there was no one-on-one sex, it was always the three of us.”

“Then how do you know whose it is?” he demanded, irritated even though he wasn’t sure why.

“Because only Jamie and I had vaginal sex.” She looked down. “With everything going on here, I’d forgotten we’d agreed not to use protection…until this morning.”

“What happened this morning?”

“Jamie called to ask if I knew anything, if I’d taken a pregnancy test. We’d been having unprotected sex for about a month when I left.”

“That was what, three, four weeks ago?”

She nodded.

“So you could be...two months along? At the most?”

“The last time we had sex was…” She fumbled for her phone, opening the calendar program. She stared at the dates and told him as much detail as she could remember.

“So you could be as little as three weeks.”

“Or as many as eight.” She tossed the test into a paper bag next to the bed and got up, beginning to pull things out of her suitcase.

“What are you doing?” he demanded, suddenly frustrated with the jealousy that had settled in his gut like sour milk.

“Packing. I did laundry yesterday and tossed everything in here.” She handed him a small pile of T-shirts and jeans.

“So…you’re just packing up and going where?” He snatched his clothes out of her hand.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ll figure it out when I get there.”

“Has something changed?” he asked in a low voice.

Her eyes met his. “Hasn’t it?”

“Because we had sex or because you’re still involved with your ex and his new husband or because you’re pregnant?”

“All of it, obviously!” She slammed down the top of the suitcase and glared at him. “I know how you feel about relationships, so last night was a mistake—a moment of weakness. I apologize for that, but the chemistry between us has been strong and I was vulnerable. I shouldn’t have let it go there.”

“Really.” He took a step forward, his cheek twitching with annoyance.

“But I’m certainly not involved with Viggo and Jamie! Is that what you think of me?”

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