Chapter Nineteen
“How?” I whisper under my breath, staring at my stomach in horror. “When? Why?”
“Why are you shouting?” Art asks with a groan, opening one eye.
“Shouting?” I inhale a lungful of air and channel Leonidas, the King of Sparta. “This. Is. Shouting!”
Art slaps his palms over his ears and sits up, muttering something in Russian—most likely obscenities.
I hear something soft hit the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the chinchilla dropping its oatmeal cookie and leaping to hide somewhere—which makes me feel guilty for my outburst.
Art looks around the room, the confusion on his face matching my own.
“So,” I say pointedly. “Do you know what the f**k happened?”
Brows furrowing, he looks at me, then around the room again. Then at his naked body. Then at mine.
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