Page 127 of Mile High Ex's Dad
He watches my face too closely. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Lie to me again.”
My heart is beating so hard I can hear it.
“No,” I say. “Absolutely not.”
He gives a short, humorless laugh. “We broke up eight months ago.”
“Yes,” I say. “We did.”
“And you’re pregnant.”
“Yes.”
He nods once, as if the math satisfies him. Or maybe as if he’s been doing it all night and this is the first time he’s said it out loud.
“It’s not yours,” I say.
He says nothing.
The look on his face is all wrong. Relieved under the surface, maybe, but also irritated, unconvinced, as if he doesn’t know whether to believe me or whether believing me would make him feel better.
He rubs a hand over his mouth and looks away. “Then why do I feel like it is?”
Because your ego is bigger than your judgment.
I say, “That sounds like your problem.”
His jaw tightens. “I’m serious, Sienna.”
“So am I.”
He scoffs. “I know that baby is mine and I’m going to prove it.”
“What’s going on here?”
I look up to see Alina walking toward us. Fuck. That’s the last thing I need right now.
“Nothing,” I say.
She doesn’t believe me. Her gaze settles on my face for half a second, then shifts to Ethan, and I watch the exact moment she understands the more immediate problem.
“He’s drunk,” I say.
Alina’s expression hardens at once. She steps past me and goes straight to him. “Ethan.”
He doesn’t answer.
She lowers her voice, but not enough to hide the anger in it. “You can’t be drunk. You’re getting married.”
He lets out a short laugh that sounds wrong even to me. “That’s your concern?”
“Yes,” she says. “At the moment, it is.”
He looks at her then, really looks at her, and whatever has been building in him all morning finally starts to come loose.
