virgin when you met me, and I've never been with anyone else. Unless this is the product of divine intervention, then it can only be your baby."
His eyes widened in shock, and my heart sank. Dylan Grant did not want to be tied down to his pregnant, eighteen-year-old booty call. Not in a million freaking years. But fuck him. I didn't need him to raise this baby with me, especially if Blake was dead, at which point I’d be the sole inheritor of our parents’ estate.
"How is that even possible?" Dylan croaked, still clearly trying to process the whole thing.
I rolled my eyes. "Pretty fucking easy, when you think about how crappy you are at pulling out."
He shook his head, his brow furrowed. "No, I know how that happens. I want to know how it's possible that I was your first and didn't fucking know! What the hell, Brooke?"
Maybe I was misreading things out of stress and exhaustion, but I could swear he was actually mad about this fact. Like it was any of his business whether I was a virgin or not.
So, I did the only sensible thing I could do in such an awkward situation. I changed the subject.
"Did you find Blake?" I asked again, redirecting his steadily building fury onto something not me. "That guy last night said Blake had planted the stolen files on me, but why wouldn't he just tell them where he hid them?"
Dylan was pacing my hospital room now, running his hand over his shaved head like he could scrub the shocking revelations straight out of his brain. How cool would that be if it worked?
"What the fuck, Brooke?" he asked again, sounding less pissed off and more pleading. "What the fuck?"
I blinked several times at the distraught look on his face. "What?"
"You're pregnant," he told me, like this was news.
"You're just now processing this information?" I snarked back, my irritation at his whole attitude getting the better of me. "Trust me, Dylan, it wasn't intentional. If that's what you’re worried about, you can just forget it. I don't need your money, nor do I want it. This isn't some trap to snag myself a piece of the Delta Five. I will be just fine on my own, so don't go feeling like you owe me anything."
His brows hitched. "That thought never even crossed my mind, Brooke."
I scoffed. Such bullshit.
"I'm pissed off right now because you're pregnant and you didn't fucking tell me! You ran away from me in the middle of a goddamn snowstorm. Do you have any concept of what could have happened? Jesus fucking Christ, Brooke, were you ever planning on telling me?" He was shouting now, and the door opened to admit a worried-looking nurse.
"Not fucking now!" Dylan roared at the woman, and she disappeared as fast as she'd arrived, probably to call security.
I shook my head, my throat thick with emotions and my stomach a mess of guilt and anger and fear. But he was accusing me of deliberately keeping this pregnancy a secret when I hadn't even known. Not for sure, anyway. So... no. Fuck him. He didn't get to act like the victim in this situation. He didn't get to rant and yell at me when I was the one who was growing a human inside me. When I was the one who’d nearly died last night, and I was the one who'd raise this child and love it.
No. Fuck that.
"Get out," I told him in a cold voice.
He blinked at me in surprise. "Excuse me?"
My anger spiked. "You heard me, Dylan. Get. Out. You don't get to do this. Not here and definitely not now. Get out of my room and don't come back until you can act like a grown-ass adult."
He wanted to argue; it was written all over his face. But the nurse returned, like I'd known she would, with two hospital security guards accompanying her. No one shouted at the staff of this hospital and got away with it, not even Dylan Moneybags Grant.
"This patient is under strict orders to rest," the nurse informed the tall, scary motherfucker standing at the foot of my bed. "You've become detrimental to that treatment plan, so you need to leave. Right now."
She folded her arms across her chest, and there was pure steel in her glare. Not even Dylan could fail to see that.
He scowled at the nurse for a long moment, then flicked his gaze over me and let out a defeated sigh. His