“Why are you such a jerk?” “Why are you such a bitch?” he snaps back. “Maybe because my back hurts.” I lean against the back of the chair, trying to stretch out my spine. I’ve been on my feet all day trying to pull this whole thing off. “Or it could be that you’ve been nothing but an asshole to me since I stepped foot in East End! What’s your excuse?” “Don’t pull the pregnancy card on me, Sinclaire.”
