It had happened to his mother. She’d been eighteen years old and had fallen for a gorgeous college student. A photographer. After eight months, she told him she was pregnant. He promptly told her he was seeing someone else, and that was that. And okay, Jayden couldn’t exactly do the whole pregnant-and-alone thing, but…
Darren actually laughed. Not much, but he did: a low snort of laughter that had him ducking his head and hiding behind his hand until the broad grin eased. Something about it released a little of the tension in Jayden’s chest. “Yes,” Darren said, “because I have lines of boys outside my door just waiting for me to give them the time of day.”
“You should.”
“Get real. No, I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m not that crass.” Darren started outright shredding the label. “I’m not…I don’t…”