Forty Three.

Lilah

I don’t say anything to Callie. I couldn’t tell her that I thought Linc had faked the results. It had to be the only reason he was looking at me that way. I should have been happy. Colt believed it. But what if it was another lie?

“You must be happy?” She asks as she hands me a glass of lemonade.

“That he is not the father? Well, yeah.” I mutter.

“But you are still hung up over the Kaitlin issue?”

“He dated her for two years.”

“It’s not exactly the first stupid thing he has done.”

“There are others he has knocked up?”

“No, that’s not what I mean. He wasn’t always like this, the tough exterior. He used to be a bit of a goof. His dad was always on his case because of some of the shit that we would get up too.”

“Like what?” Colt didn’t speak much of his past, but it was the same for me.

She raises an eyebrow at me. “You really want to hear how dumb men can be?”

I shrug my shoulders, because anything was better than thinking about this lie.

“We were about fourteen when we bunked o