Indy sat in the car and absorbed every ounce of warmth she could from Griffin’s jacket. When she broke up with him, she wouldn’t get any more of his warmth. Her chest tightened and she forced air into her lungs.
He drove in silence, and she was grateful. She hadn’t thought about how to do this or what to say.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
“I think I might be pregnant.” The truth slipped out before she could formulate an adequate lie. She preferred the silence.
He whipped a corner with squealing tires. “What?”
The anger in his voice bounced off the closed windows. She looked up from her clasped hands.
His face filled with rage, and it dawned on her what her words sounded like. A chill crept down her back. “Oh, God. Not you. It’s not yours.”
She closed her eyes and leane
