The glare in Timber's eyes is usually reserved for people he wants to punch, so my racing heart is completely expected with those eyes trained on my face as he leans against the bedroom door, his jaw ticking and chest heaving with every breath.
"I'm gonna need you to say that one more f*****g time, Caelan, because I had to hear you wrong," he growls, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I breathe out slowly. "In July 2008, when I went to Ireland, it was because I found out I was pregnant. You have a thirteen-year-old daughter that lives in Galway."
Timber pushes off the door, and I shrink back just a little, but instead of coming toward me, he paces the length of the room, his hands shoved in his back pockets. I wish he'd just start screaming. I know he
