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“Shut up!” she growled, cutting me off.
Fuck. How has I missed the signs that had been right in front of my face. A fire started to burn in my belly. There was no way, I was walking away until I had the truth. “Tell me whose baby you’re carrying, Paisley!”
In a move I wasn’t expecting, P spun around, reared back her hand and slapped me across the face as she screamed, “It’s yours, asshole!”
Chapter One
CROW
One Week Later
“Anyone seen Crow?” At the sound of King’s voice, I wondered if I had time to sneak out the back door.
“I think he’s back in the office.” Whiskey ratting me out was my answer. I didn’t.
So instead, I kept adding to the back piece I’d been designing and ignored the footsteps coming up the hallway. I shouldn’t have been surprised that the first thing King would do when he got to work was to come and look for me. It had been the same routine every day that week.
Everyone was waiting for me to lose my shit and go off the deep end.
“Knock, knock,” King said needlessly, rapping his knuckles on the door to announce himself before taking the seat across from me.
I set down the pencil I’d been working with and waited, knowing it was coming.
“Heard from, Paisley?” And there it was.
The same question he asked me every day since Paisley stormed out like the hounds of hell were on her heels. In her defense, she probably felt like they were. She’d been keeping a secret for months and the cat was out of the bag.
“No.” It was the truth. She’d been avoiding us all — him included and that wouldn’t change until Paisley decided she was ready to talk.
King knew just as well as I did that P’s hand couldn’t be forced. She was as stubborn as the day was long — had been her whole life.
“You need to track her ass down, Crow. Make her hear you out.” I scoffed and shook my head.
“She’s not ready to talk about it yet.” He knew how his sister operated; I didn’t know why he expected this to be any different.
It wasn’t like I wasn’t driving myself crazy every minute of every day since she dropped the bomb that she was carrying my child. My head was still reeling. I’d never envisioned myself having kids and for good reason. I was a bad bet, and Paisley knew it, considering she’d kept her pregnancy a secret for so long.
“You’re just as fucking stubborn as she is,” he growled, shoving out of the chair and stomping away.
“Fuck.” I rubbed at the back of my head, feeling another headache coming on. King was right. I did need to sort things out with P, but I wasn’t sure what to say to her since she wasn’t the only one who’d been sitting on a secret.
“Yo, bossman!” I jolted in my chain.
“Damnit, Layla. Make some fucking noise, will ya?” I growled, as my heart damn near beat out of my chest. Jesus, she was fucking stealthy.
“Sorry, bossman. Didn’t mean to scare you.” She grinned.
“You didn’t scare me.” I narrowed my eyes.
I watched, amazed, as the little shit went all doe-eyed and nodded her head. “Sure.” I didn’t miss the patronizing tone to her voice either.
“What do you want, Layla?” I scrubbed my hands over my face.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I wish everyone would stop asking me that.”
“You don’t look fine.” The girl had balls; I’d give her that.
