Page 395

I didn’t answer.

Because when she put it like that, shit sounded bad.

Really fucking bad.

Avery picked up Carter’s diaper bag.

“I’m leaving.”

I looked at her.

“We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Avery.”

“Go home to your wife.”

I stepped in front of her.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

“What about the baby?”

Her eyes hardened.

“You should’ve thought about babies before you started collecting them like fucking Pokémon.”

Heather busted out laughing.

Even I almost did.

Avery moved around me.

I grabbed her arm.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

I let go.

“I’m just saying we need to talk.”

“And I’m saying I don’t owe you a conversation.”

“You carrying my child.”

“And Keith thinks it’s his.”

I froze.

Heather froze too.

“What?”

Avery looked at me.