Pregnant For My Ex, Married To His Rival
Cooper’s voice rose half a pitch, her lips curving as if she’d just seen a celebrity step out of a movie, her brown eyes lingering on him like they were reluctant to blink.
“Good afternoon, Mrs…?” Eros greeted, his voice low and steady, as a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, with one brow arched lazily, curious but not too curious.
“Oh! Just call me Claire,” Zoey’s mom replied quickly, the words rushing out as if the opportunity to drop formality was a gift she’d been waiting to hand him. She tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, then smoothed her palm down the side of her head as if the strands might dare to misbehave.
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