Pregnant For My Husband’s Father
he drawled, leaning forward with his elbows on the table, “aren’t you full of surprises, Clara?”
I raised an eyebrow, keeping my posture relaxed, even though every instinct in me screamed be ready to fight.
“Surprises?” I said innocently, twirling a strand of hair. “I’m just a girl trying to enjoy breakfast with two dangerously good-looking men. What’s surprising about that?”
Kai snorted beside me. I didn’t even look at him. My eyes stayed locked on Klaus.
He grinned. “Most girls wouldn’t dare talk to me like that. You either have guts…” —he paused, his smile turning predatory— “…or a death wish.”