Roxanne's POV
The silence that follows my phone going off feels suffocating.
I stare at the black screen, my hands still shaking. "This is a disaster,” I mumble.
"Or an opportunity," Isaiah chips in quietly.
I look up at him. "What?"
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Lennox is right. This publicity could be huge for your opening. And it solves your Reese problem."
"How?"
"If we're engaged, if people think the baby is mine, he has no claim. You're moved on, are stable, and in a relationship with someone who can provide for you and the child."
"But we're not in a relationship."
"We could pretend to be."
I stare at him, certain I've misheard. "You want to fake an engagement?"
"I want to help you. And this helps you."
"What's in it for you?"
He's quiet for a mome
