Diego's POV

“You’re an aunt.”

She blinked slowly. “Huh?”

“An aunt,” I said. “Davina has a little boy.”

Her face screwed up in a confused frown. “Davina…has a child?” Sucking in a breath, she stumbled a step backward. “Davina. My Davina…is a mom?”

“His name is Ravi. He’s three. He’s a sweet kid.”

Her eyes connected with mine. “A nephew…and he’s three? Then—shit—that means she would have gotten pregnant pretty soon after she left that night with ...