Talon watched Trina leave, then turned his attention back to me. He stepped closer, his gaze softening as he took in my expression. “You okay?” he asked again, his voice quieter this time.
I nodded, but my hands were trembling around the glass of ginger ale. I set it down on the counter and turned to face him fully. “Trina knows,” I said quietly. “About the baby.”
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t look surprised. “Figured she would sooner or later.”
“Jake does too, apparently. Guess we weren’t as stealthy as we thought.” I let out a shaky laugh, but it came out more like a choked sob. Talon’s eyes narrowed, and he closed the distance between us in one long stride. His hands cupped my face, rough but gentle, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low and steady, “you’re o
