#Chapter70

A hand wiped across Ben’s mouth as the lightning lit up his face in the window. “Dammit, Ben! How could you be so fucking stupid?” While the pulsing still lingered through his fingertips, Ben balled his hands into fists and cursed his stupidity.

She spotted Ben across the dimly lit room, and Imara smiled as she reached out to him. “Good morning, handsome. Why don’t you climb back in here and love me some more?”

Seeing his worried face, her eyes closed for a moment. “I’m pregnant again, aren’t I?”

“I’m sorry, Baby. We’ve been so careful. I’ve even been wearing those goddamn rubbers all for nothing.” Wiping his...