Orry reaches for him. "Duh!"
"Hey, Orry." Gunther's voice shakes. He lets Orry grab his finger. And my baby squeezes.
Gunther's face goes slack. Raw emotion flooding his features. He looks at Orry. At the tiny hand wrapped around his finger. At the dimple and the eyes and the smile that mirrors his own.
"Dada?" The word comes out barely a whisper. The orc whispereddadato my baby!
But I hear it.
Oh God.
"What did you just say?"
Gunther's eyes snap to mine. Horror and hope warring on his face.
"I… nothing. I didn't?—"
"You saiddada." My heart hammers. "Gunther. Why did you just say?"
He opens his mouth. Closes it. Looks down at Orry still gripping his finger. And I see it. All of it. The truth written in every line of his face.
"I'm Ridge. And you're Sis, Sis. Cecie."
CHAPTER 8
GUNTHER
The world stops.
Cecie stares at me. Orry babbles between us. And I just confessed the stupidest, most reckless truth of my life.
"You're Ridge."
Not a question. An accusation.
"I—" My throat closes. "Yes."
She yanks Orry away from me. Steps back. Her face cycles through shock, anger, disbelief, then lands somewhere between fury and tears.
"The sunglasses. The leather jacket. Thetattoos." Each word sharper than the last. "That was you?"
"I didn't mean?—"
"You lied to me."
"I didn't know!" The words explode out. "I didn't know about Orry. I didn't know you were pregnant. I woke up and you weregone."
"Because I left." She clutches Orry tighter. "Because I was embarrassed and confused and I thought—" She stops. Breathes. "You're the spreadsheet guy. The pocket protector. Theglasses."
"I took them off that night."
"Obviously." Her laugh sounds broken. "Ridge. God, I can't believe I fell for Ridge."
The wordfelldoes something terrible to my chest.
"Cecie—"
"Get out."