Eve’s POV
Eve stared at him, confused by the way his words hung in the air. Reach out to Oliver?
What did that mean? Was he talking about the show or… something else entirely?
Her heart began to race, her fingers tightening around the soft fabric of the blanket covering her legs. “Oliver?” she repeated, her voice slow and uncertain. “What do you mean, Ryan?”
Ryan’s gaze held hers, his expression unreadable. He took a quiet breath and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Oliver Macintire,” he said, the name sounding heavier on his tongue than it should have. “I heard he was the one you were seeing in Westwood. I don’t want him trying to interfere or claim anything. I don’t want him giving us trouble about the baby. I’m going to adopt him, so we can raise him as ours.”
Eve
