Chapter

Eighty Seven

Asher

“You’re pregnant.”

My world stopped. I stared at Devon, heart in my throat as an earth-shaking clap of thunder filled the air. Fat drops of rain fell from the sky, now pitch-black with clouds.

“No, I’m not. I took a test. Two tests.”

“You suspected, and you didn’t tell me?”

Crap. I bit down on my lip. “Um . . . yes? But they came back negative, so there really wasn’t any point.”

“What the fuck, Asher?”

“Well, I didn’t want to freak anyone out until I knew for sure. And it was only because I was having these mood swings and hadn’t got my period...