Jake
By the time we made it three blocks from the courthouse, Emma was pregnant with my child according to half the damn internet.
I sat behind the wheel at a red light, staring at the phone Nash had shoved between the front seats.
BIKER BILLIONAIRE BABY SCANDAL
Another site had gone with:
ABUSED WIFE OR MILLION-DOLLAR MISTRESS?
And my personal favorite:
WHO REALLY FATHERED THE BLACKWELL HEIR?
“That’s catchy,” Nash muttered.
I looked at him.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Emma made a strange noise beside me.
For one second, I thought she was crying.
Then I realized she was laughing.
Not a happy laugh. More like the exhausted sound somebody made when life had become so ridiculous there weren’t any other options left.
“‘Million-dollar mistress’?” she said. “Couldn’t they at least make me
