Shock settled into her system, leaving her unable to do much more than blink and process what he’d said to her. Tell his family the baby was his? Surely he wasn’t serious. She couldn’t do that. “Then they’d think we’d, that we’re . . .” Heat flooded her face, and she let the sentence trail off into the uncomfortable silence that rose over the kitchen. The word she needed refused to leave her tongue. Lovers. The word alone brought with it the memory of his kiss the day before. How could she say that with him staring at her as if he’d merely asked how her day went? Like he hadn’t just turned her world upside down? It didn’t help that tension radiated off Kyle. He held himself stiff and straight, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The muscle in his jaw jumped. The implications of his offer had occurred to him as well. An edgy, jittery nervousness crept into her limbs, and her left hand shot up into her hair, her fingers plying and twisting the ends.
