His question sounded so genuine that I had to think he had no idea the kind of intimate details she’d shared with me. But maybe, just maybe, some part of what she’d said wasn’t true.

I met his gaze. “About a lot of things.”

He lowered his brows and then he shifted off of me so he was on his side, using his elbow to prop him up. His hand remained on my stomach. “Why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like what I’m about to hear?”

The tendrils of desires scattered. “Good question.”

“Well, I can’t imagine her visit was about homemade Christmas cards.” He grinned—he actually grinned.

“You don’t seem too bothered by her showing up to talk to me.”

“Why would I be?” he asked, slipping his hand down to the edge of my shirt. “Honestly, I’m not happy to hear she was here. She has no business coming around you.”

I studied his features, trying to decipher how he really felt about it. “You . . . you never really talk about her.”

“What is there to say? We were together. Then we weren’t.”

“You two were together for years,” I pointed out, dumbfounded by his statement. “You were engaged. It’s not like you dated for a couple of months and then went your separate ways.”

He was quiet for a moment. “What did she want to talk to you about?”

“A lot of things.” I sat up. His hand slipped, but he kept his arm around my waist until I scooted back against the headboard. My gaze flicked to the doorway and I saw the slight frame of Rhage lurking in the hallway, trying to decide if it was safe to come in or not.

Brock waited. “Details?”

My gaze slid back to him. “Why haven’t you told me that Kristen was pregnant?”

“She talked to you about that?” Surprise colored his tone. “What in the fuck?”

“So, it’s true?”

“Shit.” Brock thrust his hand over his head, scrubbing his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, it’s true. She got pregnant a few years ago. She had a miscarriage. I never told you, because it’s not something I really like to think about.” There was a brief pause. “I also didn’t tell you because I was sure that was something you really didn’t want to know about.”

My stomach twisted with a weird mixture of feelings. Pushing my hair back from my face, I had no idea what to think about that. I was relieved that he was being honest, dismayed that he hadn’t told me, and I even understood why, in a way. The stupid, mindless jealousy that simmered low in my gut told me why he hadn’t mentioned it.