Duke grabs Cash’s arm, his eyes wide. “Tell me. I’m begging you. She okay?” “She’s fine. Well, not fine, but—” “Jesus Christ.” I look at my brother, shell-shocked as the pieces suddenly click into place. “She’s pregnant, isn’t she?” I glance at Duke. Duke glances at Cash, panic written clear as day on his face. “Fuck.” Cash closes his eyes. “I didn’t say that.” “Is it true?” Duke’s voice is barely above a whisper. “Is Wheeler pregnant?” Cash opens his eyes. They’re wet. “Yes, Duke. Wheeler is pregnant.”
