Baby's Got Bite Read Online Free

to measure that the sides of the shirt were even. “There you are, love.”
    “Linc, someone is here to see you,” Claire said.
    He turned just in time to see Bennett. She shook her head, worry etched on her face. But before he could reach her, she took off toward the hallway. Maybe Casey was sick after all.
    “Hey.” He caught up to her in a few strides. “What’s wrong?” He reached out and took her hand.
    Even upset, she was gorgeous. Those blue eyes pierced him, and raven hair framed her pixie-like face.
    “I shouldn’t have come,” she said, but thankfully, she didn’t pull her hand away.
    He’d been thinking a lot about touching her lately. He’d never admit it, but she’d been the inspiration behind his newest collection. She was a combination of edgy innocence—at least she’d appeared that way when he first met her.
    But that night in Greece that they’d slept together? Jesus. Innocence wasn’t a word he’d use. Ever since then, he’d wanted nothing more than to call her, but she’d made it clear they were only using each other’s body for that night and nothing else.
    “What’s wrong?” he said. “Is Casey all right?”
    She stared at the ceiling. A single tear slipped down her cheek.
    What the fuck? The tear tugged at his gut. Something was wrong. She wasn’t the crying type.
    “Everyone,” he yelled to the small crew, who were milling around the set with his Ducati center stage. He always tried to get his bikes into the shoots. It was his thing. The Times had called his collections Biker Chic . “Take twenty. I need the studio.”
    He led her into his office, just left of where the shoot had been. “Sit down and tell me what’s going on. Is Casey sick?”
    “No,” she said hoarsely.
    “Okay.” He opened the fridge behind the panel in the wall where he kept fabrics. “Do you want a beer?”
    She huffed. “No. I don’t want a fucking beer.” Her hand flew to her mouth. “Great, now I have no impulse control. What the hell else is going to happen? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here.” She rose, but then grabbed her head as if she were dizzy.
    “Hey.” He helped her back into the seat. “I know we aren’t that close. But you can tell me anything. What’s wrong?”
    “I need to go home.” She pulled her keys from her purse and started away, but she only managed a few steps before she had to lean against the wall to hold back the wave of emotion he could see coming over her.
    “You’re in no shape to go anywhere,” he said. “Just tell me. Let me help you.”
    “You’re not going to be any better at this than I am.”
    “You’re not making any sense. Any better at what?”
    She gestured to her body. “Can’t you tell?”
    “What is it? Are you sick?”
    She gave him a look like he was an idiot. “I’m pregnant. With your baby. With your stupid, super-sperm-busting-through-condoms baby.”
    Holy fuck .

Chapter Three
    In a way, Bennett felt a little sorry for Linc. She’d thought he was going to pass out in the chair there for a second. He sort of collapsed in on himself and ran his hand through his hair.
    She remembered him doing something similar to her. How it had felt as he’d run his hand through her—
    Oh my gawd . Not the time.
    He stared at her as if assessing her in some way.
    “The CVS bags were full of pregnancy tests?”
    How the hell did he know that?
    Probably Nick. Casey had refused to let him into the penthouse until they’d finished the tests. She couldn’t believe he’d call Linc.
    “Yes.”
    “How many?”
    “What do you mean?” Did he mean weeks? He should be able to do the math on that one.
    “Tests? How many did you do?”
    Oh. “Uh, I think ten all together.” Would he think less of her if he knew they hadn’t done all ten tests at once? That they’d gone back for another three tests after the first seven had shown positive? “All pink, all plus signs. I was going to wait to talk to you about it until after I went