Lyra's POV
The air in the penthouse was thick enough to choke on the moment we walked through the door. Kevin was waiting in the living room, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowed as they tracked my slightly wobbling gait. He knew I’d been to the clinic. He knew I’d been with Jake.
"You've been avoiding me, Lyra," he said. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble. "Every time I touch you, you pull away. Every time I try to get you into bed, you have an excuse. Is it the baby, or is it him?"
I leaned against the kitchen island, feeling the lingering hum of Jake’s fingers still vibrating in my nerves. "Jake said I needed rest, Kevin. He said the cramping was from... from too much activity. He told me I shouldn't have s*x for a while."
Kevin let out a sharp, mocking bark of a l
