Chloe's POV
Dale stared at me in the doorway like the words hadn’t finished landing.
“Chloe...” His voice cracked. He took a half step forward. “You’re… you’re pregnant? We’re...”
“No.” I said, cutting him off.
“What?”
“I’m not pregnant.” My voice stayed flat. “Britney is, with your child. She told me tonight. In detail.”
For a...