“They’re false,” she emphasizes, growling out the word, and her eyes snap open, just to shoot me the evilest glare. She blows out a long breath. “I have three more weeks until my due date. It’s too soon.” Now I notice how Connor’s examining her movements, his gaze traveling across her body. “Motherfuck…” She grips the edge of the leather seat and glances at the window.
are we sure they're FALSE, rose??
