“You’re already pregnant, Ms. Sinclair.” I blinked. Shook my head. Blinked again. Nah. No fucking way. The room suddenly felt too damn small. I whipped my head toward Bankston, expecting him to be just as shocked as I was. But this motherfucker? He was grinning. No—laughing. Hysterically. “Ain’t this some shit?” He clapped his hands together, still chuckling. “Look at God.”
