Page 56 of Desperate Games

He rumbles something against my hair. But I can’t make it out.

I feel something warm press against my temple.

Then, I’m out like a light.

Chapter Fifteen-Andrea

Hours Later–Remy’s House

I wake up in a bed that smells fresh and clean, but also like him—soap, cedarwood, and something darker.

Something I remember too well.

The sheets are cool against my skin.

My shoes and jacket are off.

Someone tucked me in.

I sit up, confused and still fuzzy headed from the nap and the whiplash of the day.

Voices.

Low male voices are coming from the living room.

I get up and pad down the hallway.

My hand finds the archway, and then I see them.

“What-what’s going on?”

Remy stands in his living room, broad shoulders tense in a perfectly tailored shirt, next to two unfamiliar men.

One wears a dark suit and holds a leather folio. The other has a tablet and a stapled pile of papers in front of him.

Remy turns.

His expression is unreadable.

“This,” he says, holding out a piece of paper. “Is a marriage license.”

My stomach drops.

I blink at the document like I’ve never seen English before. “A what?”

“Listen to me, Andy.” His voice softens, but it’s still got that commanding edge. “No child of mine is being born out of wedlock.”

My knees wobble. “You can’t be serious.”

“I called your parents. They’re on their way. But I think you should sign this first. It’s best if we have a unified front.”

My parents are coming here?

Now.

To witness my shame. See the mess I made and try to fix it. To save me once again.

Fuck.