“So, this is why you keep fucking stalling and pissing me about?!” Marissa spits with venom across the table as Sylvana moves toward her. I’m unsure what her intentions are, but the kind maternal expression is gone. Now she’s angry mamma ready to tackle a crazy pregnant woman down if she dares get up.

“Shut up, Marissa, and calm the fuck down.” Jake glares at her. I catch the simmering of something between them; fury on his part and possibly the same from her. I wonder if ...