My mind

hands on the sides of her head, and her expression was horrified as she turned in a circle, not seeming to see anything in front of her. “Holy crap. We didn’t use a condom. I can’t be the other woman! A pregnant mistress? Holy crap! My parents are going to kill me. Life is not a fairy tale, Kate Weller.”

After absorbing her ranting for a minute and then seeing the object in her hand, I caught on to the misunderstanding.

“Kate.” She didn’t even register that I’d spoken as she continued to walk around and mutter to herself. I stalked over to her and yanked her into my arms. “Kate!”

“Don’t touch me!”

I didn’t let her go, despite her struggling.

“Let me explain,” I demanded in a tone that said I meant business. She stopped wiggling, but her expression remained angry and resentful.

“There is no one else but you.” She opened her mouth, but I shot her a look that had her snapping it shut. “There hasn’t been for a very long time.”

I grabbed the wrist of her hand that was tightly clenched shut