Up In Flames. Kira Sinclair

deal with.

      A few hours later, he ran to the store and fixed the sink upstairs. After eating the amazing meal his mom had cooked, he even managed to convince her to indulge in watching a movie while he cleaned up, which was where he was when he heard a car pulling into the drive.

      He shifted to the front window so he could see who was stopping by.

      But that wasn’t one of his mom’s friends stomping up the front walk.

      It was Lola.

      What was she doing here?

      Erik dried his hands on a towel, tossed it over one shoulder and headed for the front door.

      Before he could reach it, she started banging and just kept going, not even giving him a chance to respond.

      “What the hell,” Erik yelled before he’d even jerked open the front door. The angry expression on her face puzzled him. He hadn’t seen her in weeks. What the hell could she be upset about now?

      “Lola?”

      The screen door was still shut between them. She didn’t reach to open it, and for some reason, Erik thought maybe it was smarter to leave that barrier between them for right now.

      He was proved right when words burst from her. “You asshole. I’m pregnant.”