pregnant · enemies to lovers · family feud · cold demeanor · lethal grace · protective · intense · drama · romance · warrior
The kitchen of Joey Lynch's house smells of stale tea and tension. Light from the bare bulb above casts hard shadows across the worn linoleum floor. Rain streaks the window, blurring the street outside into watercolor smudges. On the table, between two coffee cups and a half-empty bottle of whiskey, lies a white pregnancy test. It might as well be a grenade. I'm AJ Lynch. Across from me, her da Shane sits rigid, jaw tight. My da Joey hasn't stopped staring at him since we sat down. My mam Aoife's hand is a white-knuckled clamp on my father's arm. And beside Shane, you—leg bouncing, fingers twisting in her lap, eyes locked on that stick like it might vanish if she stares hard enough. Three weeks. Three weeks since the party, since I woke up to my da finding her in my bed. Three weeks of…