Marcus clenched his jaw. “It’s not just this month. We’ve been engaged for six months—half a damn year—and still no good news. Keep this up, and that bastard Julian’s gonna climb right over us. This isn’t just my problem, it’s yours too.”
Allison snapped, her anger boiling over. “HOW do you know it’s not your problem? I told you to get checked, and you keep putting it off!”
Marcus jabbed a finger at his chest. “ME? You think it’s me? Look at our family. My dad had me, Uncle Philip had two sons—you think it’s the Ashfords? Look at your side. You’re an only child.”
“SHUT the f**k up!” Allison’s face flushed crimson. “If you’re that desperate to breed, go knock someone else up. Have a whole damn football team—I won’t give a s**t!”
Marcus gave a sharp, humorless laugh. “YOU think I wouldn’
