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Chapter One

Sole Regret hadn’t even left the city linant proble Owen’s life hell He flinched when Lindsey took his wrist in her hand They probably should have left the chick behind the stadiu her on the tour until the band—or ured out what to do with her

“I need to speak to you in private,” she said

She had backed Owen into a corner—both literally and figuratively He looked down the aisle of the tour bus to his friends—his band brothers—for a bit of support, but it was as if he’d turned invisible He didn’t hate Lindsey, but he didn’t want to talk to her either Caitlyn had left because of the wo, and while he felt bad for Lindsey—as notably pregnant and apparently had no one in the world who cared—he had more important worries Like how to convince Caitlyn they were roupie showing up on his bus step

“It will only take a aunt face

He wondered if she was eating right No matter how uncomfortable she made him, she was knocked-up and needed help His conscience wouldn’t let hi what she had to say

“I’,” he said

Lindsey glanced at the other band nore her that they’d fixated on her instead He was pretty sure they were all holding their breath so she wouldn’t notice they existed Oould like to play dead too, but she’d already zeroed in on him

“Not here,” she said under her breath “I don’t think you want them to listen in on this conversation”

He shrugged “I don’t think there’s anything you can say that they shouldn’t hear for the rockers, but no one so much as blinked Apparently they planned to throw him under the proverbial bus And lucky for them, they had one handy

Soaze made him reconsider his claim to share her conversation with everyone Without another word, he brushed past her to make his way to the open bedroom door If she tried to make a move on him, he was sure he could handle himself And if that wasn’t why she wanted to speak to hi about her

He closed the door behind the over his knee so she couldn’t sit too close to him She released a shaky breath and didn’t sit at all Instead, she stood over him with a wide stance to ht , he patted the mattress beside him

“Please sit You look like you’re about to fall over”

She considered hi blond hair behind one ear, and then she sat beside hi her arms over her belly

“I’m not sure how to say this,” she said

“Just spit it out, Lindsey Nothing you say can possibly be ht be the father of your baby”

“You are the father,” she insisted

“Until you present so a car seat in my Jeep”

She rubbed at her tired eyes and released a weary sigh

“Hoell do you reht in the mountain pass?” she asked

“Pretty well I wasn’t even drunk” Drunk on lust maybe, but not on alcohol

“Then you’ll recall the final tiht Everyone else had already passed out That’s when it happened I’m sure of it”

He squinted as he tried to conjure up faded memories He slept with a lot of woman and didn’t recall each occurrence in vivid detail “I knoore a condom every time, even that last time So unless you poked a hole in it—”

Her glare cut off his accusation “Of course I didn’t poke a hole in it What kind of psycho do you think I am?”

He decided that was a question best left unanswered

Her glare intensified “You were the one who tried to put it on wrong side out”