Pregnant By My Ex's Brother
Then the corner of his mouth twitched; not quite a smile, more like he could already smell the disaster coming.
“Elena,” he said, voice low enough to cut through the music. “You look like hell.”
I swallowed hard, fingers tight around my glass.
“Yeah,” I answered, surprised my voice didn’t shake. “Because that’s exactly how I feel.”
He studied me for a long moment, like he was deciding whether I was worth the trouble.
Then he leaned forward slightly, eyes never leaving mine.
“So tell me,” he said slowly, dangerously too calm, “what exactly did my idiot brother do this time?”