Chloe’s eyes fluttered open, landing on Arran’s face. A faint smile crossed her lips. “I should’ve told you sooner,” she murmured, guiding his hand to her belly. His gaze darkened, heavy with sorrow.
Her fingers brushed his cheek before she turned her head, realizing they weren’t home. Arran pulled her to her feet, drawing her close. Her eyes scanned the room—Lucas sprawled on the floor, her mom, James’s dad, and Ella. Then she froze at the sight of Hunter.
“Callum!” she shouted, her voice sharp. “Get out of here, you coward!” Her eyes locked on Hunter’s.
“She can’t see it,” Arran said quietly. “Because she loved you.”
“See what?” she snapped, glancing between them. “What are you talking about, Arran? Hunter?” Her mind raced, piecing it together, and then it clicked. “No. You can’t be…
