Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
“Tell me everything.”
“I don’t really know everything yet,” I reply quietly, slowing my pace and letting the loud chatter in the kitchen cover my words. “He’s a doctor –“
“A doctor,” she says, her smile deepening, like I just told her Christmas is tomorrow.
“Janeen,” Jerome scoffs, giving her shoulder a shrug, “you left a perfectly good doctor back in America.”
“Who?” she asks, frowning at him.
“The guy who switched our DNA sample?” I murmur, my hand going immediately to my stomach so she knows precisely who I mean.