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Her gaze never strays to Ives. Not even once. It’s like she doesn’t even exist. Brady and Hadley are walking for us. Brady’s expression could take out a whole legion.

I step beside Spencer. “For your information, both parties are responsible for safe sex and the use of contraception. Trying to pin the blame on Spencer is a moot point.”

Damn, I spend way too much time with Stace.

At least, I used to.

Brady removes Ivy from Spencer’s hold and gives him a nod as he walks away with her, talking softly to her.

Hadley folds his arms and widens his stance as he comes to a stop on Spencer’s other side.

“That was your plan, hey? Get knocked up and then cash out? Sorry to disappoint you... Emma? But I’m Lockwood in name only now. So, you’re shit out of luck.”

Her face twists. “Then I want it back. The kid.”

My mouth gapes, fire lacing through every inch of my veins.

Over my rotting dead corpse.

Spence tenses. “That’s not going to happen. You abandonedher. In the dead of winter, I might add, outside a building.”

“The kid was fine. The doorman could see me.”

Spencer raises a brow. “This conversation is over. Leave, before I call the cops for harassment.”

Emma’s hands hang by her sides as her face goes through every emotion humanly possible. Her expression finally settles on rage, and she is up in Spencer’s face.

“You are such a fucking asshole.”

Spinning on her heel, she marches away. Glancing over her shoulder, she screams, “This is absolutelynotover, Lockwood.”

The moment she disappears from the parking lot, I turn to face Spence.

“How the fuck did I not remember her?” he mutters.

“Probably because I never told you who Ivy’s mom was... months ago.”

Spencer’s gaze snaps up as Hadley gives me an empathetic smile and wanders away.

“Riles . . .what?”

Chapter 29

Spencer

“What the hell are you talking about?” I breathe.

“Emma. Ivy’s mom. I-I knew her name.” She shifts on her feet by my truck, hugging her arms around her body. “I’ve known her name since the day I met Ivy. There was this note...”

I slide the hat from my head. My mouth opens but closes after I can’t find a response.

Riley . . .lied?

I swallow past the stone that’s about two seconds away from cutting off my air supply. “All this time. You?—”

I stalk a little way away and pad a tight circle.

Why wouldn’t she tell me?