Connor's Claim (Body Count, #2)

by Jolie Vines

You’re asleep, on his terms, not yours, but you can feel everything. Shiver, little temptress

She’d wanted a baby more than anything. Above a career, and definitely above me. It was no effort to convince myself she didn’t need them anymore, but I’d need to convince her of the fact, which could take some time. Instead, I snapped a picture and sent it to my dealer, Marcus. Shade: Make me a new pack of these, identical but sugar pills.

“Is he sick?” I touched my forehead in embarrassment then gestured to the sedative case. “Nope. I knocked him out and now I can’t get him back to our apartment. I messed up.”

Arran stilled then pressed his fist to his mouth. Incredulity warred with amusement in his expression, but he fought to neutralise it. “Can he hear me?” At my nod, he addressed the prone man on the bed. “Listen up, brother. I’m going to carry you upstairs, then we are never speaking of this again.”

“Is there an antidote?” I whispered. Arran rolled his neck. “Outside my wheelhouse. He’s the specialist, and you took him out of commission.” He waved off my sorrowful apology. “He no doubt deserved it. Watch over him.”

My killer ex-stepbrother had got me pregnant. Only in our world could that be the perfect resolution to all our wasted years.