Ten
Evelyn
“Your child?” I repeated, not entirely sure I’d heard him right. “I… what? Why?”
“I want a family,” he said without a hint of emotion in his voice, as if that was all the explanation needed.
I gaped up at him, too stunned to even argue the insanity in his premise. If he thought I was going to agree to this, he was nuts. Sure, I was inexplicably happy enough to spend the foreseeable future as his pretend-girlfriend until Brigs was no longer a threat to either of us, but a baby? Nuh-uh. Not going to happen.
But… I could always pretend like I agreed. I was on birth control, after all. All I’d need was to find an excuse to get him to take me by my flat and I’d have three months’ supply of baby-nixing pills at my disposal.
And what was the alternative? Spend the next few weeks
