Page 262 of The Winslow Brothers

“I can assure you, it’s your results,” Dr. Fields responds, and her voice is surprisingly calm for handling a raging psycho. “And while HCG levels are a definitive test, Daisy,” she continues, but I’m already done with the conversation, “I want you to follow upwith an OB-GYN in the city. Her name is Dr. Marissa Summers. She’s really—”

“I have to go!” I cut her off and don’t wait for her response.

Instead, I shut my phone off and throw it onto the bed, grab my purse, and head right back out my hotel room door in search of the nearest Walgreens or CVS or whatever the hell place is open this late and has pregnancy tests.

No way I’m pregnant. Obviously, they’ve made a mistake…right?

Flynn

The peace and quiet that usually come with stepping into my apartment don’t give me the relief they normally do.

Instead of feeling relaxed, I feel as if I’m about to crawl out of my fucking skin.

I can’t deny that I was hopeful Daisy would’ve somehow ended up back here. That she would’ve changed her mind and I would’ve found her sitting on the couch.

But she’s not. Daisy is… gone.

And you didn’t do a damn thing to stop her, you dense motherfucker.

In the kitchen, I tug the fridge door open with a harsh pull of my wrist and grab a beer. But I barely have the top popped off and the bottle to my lips when several pounding knocks echo into the otherwise silence of my apartment.

My heart races with anticipation, and I don’t waste any time striding into the entryway and yanking the door open.

But the one person I want to be on the other side isn’t there.

“That was quite the show back there,” Rem says by way of greeting, and I furrow my brow in question. “You know, in the street, with you and Daisy.”

I stare at him, and he takes it upon himself to step inside my apartment and shut the door with a kick of his boot.

“You motherfucker, you lied to me. You lied toeveryone.”

Normally, I might feel angered by his aggressive approach, but I’m all tapped out. After I watch Daisy walk away, my entire body feels numb, and my mind is thriving off the kind of emotion a man like me purposefully avoids.

“You know, I knew it was all so ridiculous. I fuckingknewsomething was off with the whole situation.” He walks into my kitchen and grabs himself a beer. “I expected something like this from Ty, but not from you.”

I have nothing to say to that. Don’t care to say anything to it, actually.

Because your concern right now isn’t about Rem or your family. It’s abouther.

“How in the fuck did you end up marrying a random stranger to help her get a green card?”

Damn, he really did hear the whole blowout in the street.

“I know your usual MO isn’t to say shit, but you’re going to have to ante up an explanation, my man. And I promise, I’m not leaving until you do.”

“You know her.” Those are the first words that have come out of my mouth since he barged in here on a rampage and started making himself at home.

“What?”

“You met Daisy. In Vegas.”

He stares at me like I have two heads, and I use that time to take several needed gulps from the beer that’s still in my hand.

“What do you mean, I know—” He pauses midsentence, and I can see the wheels turning inside his mind. “Wait…she’s not the chick Ty gave money to at the slot, is she?”

I nod.Bingo, brother.

“What the hell?” he questions, but it’s more to himself than to me. “Damn, I knew she looked familiar.”

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