Claimed By My Ex’s Stepbrother
That could mean something for us.
Tessa kept walking, faster now. “I’m married, Grayson. Five months pregnant. You should have moved on by now.”
He matched her pace easily.
“There’s no moving on,” he said, voice low, almost gentle. “Not from you.”
She stopped, turning to face him. “Stop. Just stop.”
Grayson stepped closer, close enough that she could smell his cologne—same as always, the one that used to make her weak.
“You can remind me you’re married every day,” he murmured. “Doesn’t change what’s true.”