Avery huffed. "Why would I lie about that? I went to the ob/gyn less than a week ago. I'm not very far along and I'd rather not have a miscarriage while I'm stuck here. If I do, it's on you for refusing to help. I don't think you'd be able to live with that."
"I need some sort of proof with a crazy claim like that. There is no way on earth you're a woman, let alone a pregnant one. You would say anything to get me to help you," Christian said scornfully.
"Fine! Hear my real voice. See if you don't believe me then."
Avery wasn't the best imitator in the world. If she wanted to change her voice, the best she could do was English with a Spanish accent because of all the time she had spent around the Cruzes. That should be enough to throw him off since she rarely spoke Spanish around him and always spoke English in her normal voice.