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"You want what?" I choked.
I needed Boyd to say it again. Maybe I’d misheard. Maybe I was still tangled in a dream, curled in my lumpy bed, waiting for the alarm to yank me back to reality.
Boyd sat across from me, impossibly calm, like he hadn’t just upended my entire life with a single sentence. His coffee had gone cold. Suddenly, I wished I wasn't pregnant in a diner. I really could use a drink right now.
"I want you to move in with me. Raise the baby together," he said—slow, steady—like he was listing the specials.
"You can't possibly mean that."
"I do. You're alone. You don’t want Asher involved. It’s a fair offer," he shrugged, casual as ever.
"Boyd... Just because I got myself into this doesn’t mean I’m dragging you down with me. You’re single. You’ve got your whole lif
