“So, I have to ask the question I know everyone is dying to know,” Miles stated. I kept my focus on my omelet. “Do you really have to?” “I do.” I raised my eyes to meet his. “Then tell me, Miles, what is everyone dying to know?” His mouth slid into a lazy smirk. “Tell us the truth, Elliot. Is the baby yours or what?” Groaning, my head fell forward. Miles had better hope we didn’t run into a mountain lion on this hike. I’d offer him up for lunch without even thinking twice.
