The Player
Atlanta
"IT'S HAPPENED," Jamie Flanagan announced grimly. He snagged a chair from a nearby table, whirled it around and straddled it with a dejected whoosh of air that effectively caught his best friends' combined attention.
In the process of licking the hot wing sauce from his fingertips, Guy looked up. "Dammit, we both warned you about this. Which one is pregnant? Christy? Liz? Monica?"
"My money's on Monica," Payne said easily.
"She was clingy."
"Had to change the security code to the building because of her, remember?"
Payne nodded, absently taking a pull from his beer. "She was a pain in the ass, I remember that."
Guy shot Jamie a pleading look. "It isn't her, is it, Flanagan? Say it isn't her. She's, er... She's not mother material."
Equally annoyed and horrified, Jamie swore hotly. He should have known they'd leap to the wrong damned conclusion. Considering they'd both been riding his ass about his "serial" dating, it only stood to reason that they'd immediately suspect a woman problem.
"Nobody's pregnant, dammit," he snapped.
"How many times do I have to tell you bas ... read full excerpt from: The Player ebook
