CHAPTER 4
ADELINE
“Yes.” My shoulders sag, and I brace myself for his reaction, my stomach tightening.
Damon blows out a breath, his large hands flexing over the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white, then he spreads them wide open. The man has beautiful hands. Long, lean fingers and perfectly trimmed nails.
“Really?” I open my mouth to answer, but he shakes his head before I can. “Don’t answer that.”
I’ve had six months to get comfortable with the fact that I’m going to have a baby out of wedlock with a man who picks up a different woman every night of the week. At first, I thought, why couldn’t I get knocked up by a guy like Miles Cavanaugh or Cooper Rice if it had to be a football player? But only Damon causes my heart to beat uncontrollably every time I see him. Even after
