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“Yup,” I replied to his oh shit expression.

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DAMIAN

“I’m pregnant.”

Those were words I didn’t think I’d hear from a woman anytime soon—maybe ever. I was so careful about covering up Damian Junior for that reason. But responsibility had been a fleeting notion during my time with Cass, hadn’t it? By the time we’d made it to the third round, I’d completely forgotten about using protection.

I just stood there, gawking at Cass, my mind reeling. She stared back at me warily. If I didn’t get my brain to function properly and form words quickly, she might get the wrong impression, but… Holy shit! She’s pregnant.

“Yes, it’s yours,” she said with a bite in her tone.

I blinked out of my stupor. “I didn’t…”

“You’re quiet, obviously in shock. I assume that’s what you’re wondering. And you have every right to.” She folded her arms across her chest.

My eyebrows elevated at the sight of her defensive posture. “Actually, I didn’t even think of that until you brought it up.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks flushed and her eyes skated away from me.

She was right. I was definitely in shock. A dose of dread crept in too because I didn’t know how to be a parent. And how the hell would this work out between us? Despite my terror, a sliver of amusement rose because she looked ready to battle, as if her bombshell would launch us into a bloody war. What kind of asshole did she take me for?

Scrubbing a hand over my face, I sighed. “I bet it happened in the shower,” I murmured absently.

The hot memory of us in her shower after round two in her bedroom played in my mind like an erotic film. I’d been so caught up in her, it was the first time I forgot to slip on a condom. She hadn’t been thinking about protection either.

Goddamn.

It was the hottest shower sex I’d ever had. I could still virtually feel her wet skin sliding against mine and the tightness of her channel as I pushed into her from behind. Her moans still echoed in my mind. The sounds she made in the throes of passion were so hot. I couldn’t help giving her a once over from head to toe and feeling disappointed that we weren’t indulging in each other right now. The woman was addictive.

I didn’t realize I was smirking until Cass’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Are you thinking about it?”

“Well… yeah,” I said sheepishly. Why wouldn’t I? It was a magnificent memory.

Her eyes widened, and her face went from light pink to a pretty fuchsia. There was no holding back my grin now, and I rubbed my jaw to hide it.

“So, I tell you I’m knocked up after our one-night stand and you resort to reliving one of our sex scenes?” Laughter gleamed in her eyes, giving me a glimpse of the cool, laid-back woman I’d met months ago. She shook her head and chuckled. “You’re such a guy.”

I was probably more surprised by my reaction than she was. It was hard to imagine how I’d react in a situation like this since I never anticipated it, but I didn’t think I’d be this calm. “I mean, it was pretty good. Memorable,” I reasoned, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Just pretty good?” she scoffed, wearing a little smile.

“Fishing for compliments?” I threw back. Hell. It was way more than pretty good.

Cass’s smile faded, and I swore I felt the lighthearted energy that just entered being sucked out of the room.

“You’re taking this better than I imagined,” she said. “I’m relieved.”

I shrugged. Maybe I should have been taking her news more seriously, but this was how I dealt with things. I processed quickly and moved on. It wasn’t like I could change the situation. I just had to work with it. “What did you expect?”

“I don’t know. Anger.” Her lashes lifted to reveal eyes that were clouded with pain. “Maybe you walk out after telling me you want nothing to do with this baby or me.” Her arms dropped to her sides, and she huffed. “Not that I’d blame you if you did. This wasn’t supposed to happen and I understand if you don’t want—”

“Are you serious? What assholes do you usually date, Cassandra?” They must be horrible for her to automatically assume I’d behave like a dick.

She laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I don’t date, remember?”

“Right.” I scowled because I was a little put off by her opinion of me. “Look, I’m not saying I’m not shocked and apprehensive about a baby, but I’d never just walk away. Sure, it can be called an accident…” I sighed. I hated referring to an innocent child as that. “But it happened and we have to deal with it. Both of us.” I rocked back on my heels. “You didn’t get pregnant on your own. I played a big role.”