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Aspen let out a breath and opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but then she
closed her lips and remained silent. I sliced her a glance. What?
With a small shake of her head, she sent me a tight smile. Nothing.
I knew it wasn t nothing and studied her a second longer, but a ringing by the cash register
interrupted the quiet room.
Is that Lowe s phone? Ten asked.
The five of us in the bar shared a glance. I think we all knew the ringing of his cell phone couldn t
be good news. Since no one else was budging, I stepped forward and glanced at the lit screen as it
continued to chime. The picture of a girl with long, silky brown hair and a nose ring peered up at me
with a cute, carefree smile. The name under her picture read Reese.
It s Reese, I said, wondering if
That s his girlfriend s name, Pick answered, confirming my suspicions.
Shit.
Should we answer it for him? Quinn was the first to ask.
I spread my arms. And say what? Sorry, but your man can t come to the phone right now; he just
found out he s going to be a daddy...to another woman.
Ham winced and shut his mouth. I glanced at Aspen. She lifted her brows as if telling me she d
support any decision I made. But I didn t answer the phone, and it finally fell silent. The room
exhaled a collective breath of relief.
Until the phone started ringing again.
I have a feeling she s going to keep calling, Pick said. She must know something s up.
Damn it. I glanced toward Aspen again. Her steady green gaze gave me the boost I needed to pick
up the phone. I pushed Accept, still wondering what to say to Lowe s woman, when Ten shouted,
Shit! Are you really going to tell her some old chick just came in, claiming Lowe knocked her up?
Say what? a girl s voice screeched from the other end of the line.
Double shit. Panicking, I punched the End Call button and glared at my roommate.
You moron, Pick exploded, slapping Ten on the back of the head. He d already answered the
phone; she probably heard everything you said.
Oh...fuck. Ten hunkered his shoulders and sent me an apologetic cringe. My bad.
You mean, Lowe s bad, I muttered. Damn it. I shouldn t have tried to answer the phone.
When it rang again, I jumped, set it back where I d found it, then lifted my hands and backed away
slowly. Lowe was going to kill me for this.
Mason didn t return to the bar until after the phone had stopped again. No one had seemingly
moved, so when he exited the back hall, rubbing his face, we all turned to stare. He was busy wiping
the back of his hand across his mouth and didn t immediately notice all the attention until he glanced
up. When he caught us gawking, however, he jerked to a stop and dropped his arm.
His face was still pale and his skin looked damp as if he d sweated out a bucket of anxiety.
What? he croaked, his eyes darting fearfully to each of us. Jesus, she s not gone, is she?
Um, I started and tossed him an apologetic grimace. No, she s gone, but...uh, we might ve
just...accidentally told your girlfriend what happened. When he merely blinked, I cleared my throat.
Your phone rang...and then it rang again. I was only going to let her know you were away for a
minute, but...yeah...sorry, man.
Lowe dashed around the counter to swipe up his phone. After fumbling in his haste to dial, he
pressed it to his ear. Reese?
Let me guess, a muffled female voice spoke from the entrance of the club. Mrs. Garrison just
showed up to announce you d put a baby in her.
I lifted my face to see the picture of the girl off Lowe s phone step inside Forbidden, followed by
a blonde, who was also very pregnant.
Damn, how many women had Lowe put a baby in?
Dropping his phone to his side, Lowe let out a lengthy sigh. Yeah. Pretty much.
After a quick glance between the two, I decided Lowe wasn t going to get beaten to a bloody pulp
for his transgressions. He looked like shit with his apologetic puppy dog eyes and his expression a
mask of shame and regret. But other than the tensing of her jaw, his girl didn t look like she wanted to
kill him.
I glanced at Aspen, wondering what she d do if we found ourselves in the same predicament.
Though we kind of already had, hadn t we, when she d assumed Caroline had been one of my party
girls. And no...no, she hadn t been very forgiving. Lowe s Reese looked pissed, but she remained
rational.
I had a feeling we hadn t gotten rid of her so easily. Reese stormed forward, her pregnant friend
trailing behind her. Stopping next to Quinn, she set her hands on the countertop and let out a world-
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