'I guess I should get used to sharing drawer space.'
“What time will you be done with your agent?”
I dragged my gaze away from his lovely butt and looked at him. “I won’t be long in there. Why?”
“Because we need to talk to my sister.”
“Why? What’s the rush?”
He grabbed my hands and pulled me up. I’m not going to like this. He has that don’t-you-fucking-dare-argue glint in his eyes.
“Ivan. Spit it out.”
“Put your hackles down, bitch,” he murmured. “She needs to know she’s moving into your place and you’re moving into mine.”
Apparently, drawer space wqsn’t all I should be getting used to.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re pregnant. My baby. You’re living with me.”
“Correct, correct