Chapter 14

George POV

The second the door shut behind Rosemary, I could finally breathe.

Not much, just enough to keep from chewing through the inside of my cheek.

Barry was still by the window, staring out like he was trying to burn a hole through the glass. His shoulders were tight, his jaw working like he was grinding down whatever words he wanted to throw at me.

I didn’t blame him.

Hell, I knew exactly what I’d done the moment I sent that text. The “pregnant” one.

The one that made him rush down here like the building was on fire.

And yeah… it was dirty.

But you try...