Chapter 47

Damn her! As lies went, this one hurt so bad, his insides were about to implode. The pain of her rejection six weeks ago had hurt like hell, and she was paying him back in spades.

“My . . . breasts became tender,” she continued into the silence. “I—I felt like I had the flu. All of a sudden, I couldn’t eat spicy foods. I was—am—tired a lot. I saw my doctor yesterday. I’m pregnant.”

Not by me . . . And didn’t that reality taste bitter? He drummed his fingers on the table again. What the hell did she want him to say? Congratu-fucking-lations?

“I’m . . . um, due June seventh.”

Luc had to give her credit. The math worked in favor of the child being his. Though clearly she’d been fucking Tyler that week as well.

“And . . . you’re here because it’s mine?”

She rolled her eyes. “Whether you believe me or not, you are the only man I’ve had sex with in nearly three years. So yes.”

Luc resisted the urge to laugh hysterically. It was either that or swallow the