“What would you say if I told you I was pregnant?”
It was the dark middle of the night, a week after Thanksgiving. Cassidy lay on his back in his bed, sifting through the black for an anchor that might keep his wandering mind within sight of the shore of sanity. Back in his own life, geographic and emotional miles away from his brother’s back deck, the notion that he was growing a tiny life just wouldn’t take hold, even as Jax sleepily rubbed circles on its round, fat incubator.
“I’d say it had better be mine,” Jax slurred, half asleep.
Cassidy shifted to face Jax, even though he couldn’t see more than Jax’s wild-haired outline. “What would you say if I told you I’m serious?”
Jax levered himself halfway up on an elbow. “I’d say you were crazy, and probably call the cops to fifty-one fi
