The silence stretched until Aria thought the walls themselves might c***k under the weight of it. Liam sat rigid behind his desk, his expression unreadable, as though her words hadn’t landed at all.
Then he leaned back slowly, his eyes narrowing. “Say that again.”
Her voice trembled, but she forced the words out. “I’m pregnant.”
Something flickered across his face, gone so quickly she almost doubted she saw it. He stood abruptly, pacing to the window. His reflection in the glass looked carved from ice.
“No,” he said flatly. “That’s not possible.”
Her heart clenched. “You think I’d lie about something like this?”
He turned, his jaw tight. “You expect me to believe I’m the father after one night? You barely know me. I barely know you.”
Her fingers curled into fists. “I know enough. An
