A slow, disbelieving smile tugged at his mouth.
“I knew it,” he breathed. “I knew it in my damn bones, Davis. One look at that boy and—”
“So you’re a dad, huh?” Davis smirked.
Damien dropped back into his chair, running both hands through his hair, chest rising and falling hard.
He read the result again.
My son.
My baby boy.
Bella’s—and mine.
You thought you could hide him, Bella? Dream on!
Emotion punched him square in the gut. For a moment, he couldn’t even speak.
Davis’s tone shifted, the teasing gone.
“Now you’re in serious trouble, Damien.”
Damien’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”
“Grandma is hell-bent on announcing your identity and your engagement tonight—globally,” Davis said, tilting his head. “So tell me, my brother dearest… how exactly are you p
