“Are you two engaged?” The question made Ethan groan in agony. “Engaged in what?” Jag asked, growing more confused. “I take that as a no.” Olivia drummed her fingers on the table. “Having a baby?” The question nearly slapped Ethan out of his chair. “What?” Jag snapped his eyes to Ethan. “You told me you can’t get pregnant.” “Oh my God.” Ethan sank lower on the table. Jag leaned over to Ethan, his whispering skills beyond terrible. “Ethan, do human ribs retract? Because we are birthed through the torso, and I’m concerned for your narrow frame.”
