I wasn’t mad. You could have knocked me down with a damn feather, but I wasn’t mad.
Overwhelmed, shocked, tingling all over like I wasn’t breathing? Checks across the board.
But not mad.
“Gael,” Reed said warily, lifting both hands in a calming gesture. “Maybe you and I should take a walk.” He cast a furtive glance at Leigh, still hidden away in the bathroom.
She’d been puking because she was pregnant. Morning sickness.
The realizations were hitting me slowly, as if I couldn’t process everything that was happening all at once.
How was it even possible?
I mean, yeah, we’d had s*x. A whole hell of a lot of it, in that one night. Let’s just say that if sheer physical compatibility could knock somebody up, I wasn’t the least bit surprised it had happened.
But she wasn’t in heat. We wer
