Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE
SUMMER
“Are you going to tell him?” Trav asks from across the breakfast bar.
“No.”
“Summer. What the hell are you thinking?”
“I need a way to get out of this, Trav. That’s what I’m thinking.” I slide my eyes down to my stomach and rest a hand there.
“You’re going to break his fucking heart.” His eyes drill into mine. “You know he loves you, right?”
A sickening feeling rushes through me, and my throat clogs. “Pl-please don’t.”
He entwines our hands together. “Maybe he can help?”
“He’ll never forgive me if I tell him the truth,” I whisper.
“Summer, you already said he hated his father.”
“There’s hate, Trav, and there’s hate. What I’ve done is unforgivable.”
“What’s unforgiveable?” Mase asks, strolling into the kitchen, and dips his head to place a kiss on my head.
He’s completely shirtless and sweaty, and my body stirs with arousal.
My gaze travels over his broad shoulders and the tattoos that run down his back as he opens the refrigerator.
“Sum?” he queries, and my focus snaps up to his face.
“Huh?”
“I said, what’s unforgivable?” He takes a swig from the water bottle. My shoulders bunch tight, and every cell in my body begins to panic.
“The baby names I suggested,” Trav intervenes, and my body relaxes. “Dusty, Diamond, that kind of thing.”
Mase wrinkles his nose. “The fuck? My kids are not going to be strippers or porn stars.” I burst out laughing until I see the disgruntled look on Trav’s face.
Thank you, I mouth toward him, but he shakes his head.
The doorbell cuts through the room, and Mase takes off toward the door, leaving me feeling more deflated and like a fraud than ever before.