Grayson stared at his phone, Morgan's two little words echoing in his ears. "I'm pregnant." "I'm pregnant."
He felt like he had just been thrown a hand grenade with the pin pulled and that any second now it would explode in his face.
"What did you just say?" He didn't know why he was asking; his hearing was just fine.
"You heard me." Morgan's tone shifted from conciliatory to triumphant. She was happy with herself, and she couldn't hide it. "I'm pregnant, Grayson. With your baby."
Grayson's mind raced. They'd been careful, always careful. And he hadn't slept with her in... bare and she had told him she was on the pill to control her period… so with all the measures in place how the hell was she pregnant?
"That's not possible," he said flatly. "We always used protection, and you were o
