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Camden
Well, f**k.
Of all the bad times for Katherine to walk into my house. Now had to be the f*****g worst time for her to choose. I could see on her beautiful face the realization that she must have come to when she saw Fiona’s slightly rounded stomach. It was going to be like dropping an atomic bomb in my living room.
“What the f**k is going on?” Katherine demanded. She clutched her bag close to her chest, as if it would protect her from what she was seeing. Or maybe she just wanted better leverage to swing it.
“This isn’t what it—” I began.
“Really?” she snapped. “This isn’t what it looks like? Rich.”
She rolled her eyes and then narrowed them on Fiona, who had, as of yet, said nothing. She stood there like a deer in headlights. She certainly hadn’t been expecting to see my
