been over a pomegranate martini that he’d told her she had the most intriguing eyes of anyone he’d ever met. She’d been charmed…and wooed.
She’d admired his confidence and honesty then, though she wasn’t such a big fan of it at this moment.
For the briefest time, she considered saying no. It would solve a lot. But that simple answer was complicated by the small matter of her conscience. She had already been struggling with the fact that she hadn’t yet told him about the pregnancy. Then there was a certain amount of integrity at stake. There had been no one else. He’d been the only one.
“Of course it is. I don’t…make a habit of what happened between us.”
He regarded her dispassionately. “How was I to know that? And were you ever going to tell me?”
Curse her and her honesty. She held his gaze, determined not to cower. “Eventually. And thanks for that wonderful endorsement of my character. It’s always pleasant to be shamed by your baby’s father.”
He let out a breath and turned away for a moment, before turning back again. His gray eyes were contrite. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. It’s just… This is a hell of a surprise, Tori.”
“Yes,” she said, “I’m sure it is.”
“When…how…?”
Tori picked up a pen and played with it, resolving to keep up her appearance of strength. “We both know the answer to that question. Early July, and presumably one of the times we had sex.”
She did not call it making love, though it had certainly felt like that at the time. Her cheeks heated as a memory swept through her. As hokey as it sounded, she had a feeling that she knew exactly when it had happened. They’d spent the day at the beach, splashing about in the water and having a picnic on the sand. And then in the late afternoon they’d gone back to her place and had finished off the day by taking their sweet time with each other.
He’d been a fantastic lover. Gentle, attentive, passionate.
Now, with him standing in her office, at the very least unhappy and very likely angry, those sweet memories were somehow tarnished.
He let out a huge breath. “May I sit?”
She held out a hand. “Of course.” She wasn’t exactly in a position to deny him anything right now, was she? The fears she’d had about him knowing about the baby were all crammed into her brain and she fought hard to ignore them. Perhaps she could put him off somehow, so she could prepare what she wanted to say to him.
He pulled out the guest chair, then shrugged out of his coat and laid it over the back before sitting. He leaned forward onto his knees, resting on his elbows. Tori bit down on her lip. It wasn’t fair that he was so handsome. His brown hair and strong chin were reminiscent of JFK Jr., to her mind, but instead of his eyes being a rich brown, they were gray and heavily lashed. And right now they were looking at her with something like accusation and disappointment in their depths.
“I’m going to be a father,” he said, his voice rough. “You’re halfway through your pregnancy… When were you going to tell me?”
Her hands shook so she folded them on top of her desk. “I don’t know. I was waiting for the right time, and I’ve been going back and forth about it every day.” She figured honesty was the best policy here; Jeremy would see through any attempt to mollify or placate him, and he’d definitely sense a lie.
His voice hardened. “I have a right to know.”
This was the hard part. Just this morning she’d come to work like any other day. There was comfort in that. More than anything, Jeremy transported her out of her comfort zone and she struggled to find her feet in order to deal with this conversation.
She met his gaze again. “Our circumstances are a bit unique, you know. We had a fling. We live far apart, in two very different worlds. And I have no idea how to structure a co-parenting arrangement with someone who is, in many ways, a stranger.” She took a breath. “You have resources I don’t and I would lose in any sort of power struggle if you made a play for custody.” There. She’d said it. No sense beating around the bush.
He sat back then, the questions in his eyes replaced by… Could it be? He was hurt by her last statement. Or at least offended. Her pulse was hammering so hard right now she couldn’t quite trust her observations.
“Do you really think I’d do such a thing?”
She sat up straighter. “As I said, we don’t really know each other, do we? It wasn’t a chance I was willing to take. I’d die before letting someone take my baby away.”
Jeremy tried to breathe through the cramping in his chest. He’d been looking forward to surprising Tori today. Work had brought him back to the area on behalf of a client and he’d imagined reigniting the flame that had raged between them last summer. Truthfully, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head, and this work trip on Branson’s behalf had given him the perfect excuse to get her out of his system once and for all.
Instead he’d found her carrying his baby. The pregnancy shook him to the core, but the veiled accusation he’d just heard…that was a real gut punch.
He was a straight shooter and liked to think he was a good man. But right now he held back the words forming in his brain and those already stuck in his throat. Because he was confused, and angry, and another emotion he couldn’t quite place. Hurt was part of it. And maybe disappointed. It was just a mess.
With his child stuck in the middle.
This was his worst nightmare. A family, kids—a wife, even—were not on his agenda.
“We used protection,” he said numbly.
“Which isn’t a hundred percent reliable. We were pretty careful, but…” Her hazel eyes met his. “Not careful enough, I guess. Believe me, this was not planned.”
His suit jacket felt too tight, and his tie strangled his throat. But he kept his hands firm on the arms of the chair. His gaze stole to her midsection again, though most of it was hidden behind the desk.
His child. With a woman he barely knew, someone with whom he had simply enjoyed a few weeks during a summer trip. And he’d come here with the sole objective of hooking up with her again. He ran his hand over his face.
He should have known that someday his behavior was going to land him in trouble. That eventually his casual approach to relationships would come back to bite him. No words of I love you, no commitments, no strings. That was how he liked it. And even though he’d enjoyed his time here, a few states and an international border had made Tori Sharpe seem like a perfectly safe…distraction.
He wasn’t really a player, but he’d classify his approach to romance as…cavalier. His best friend Cole called him a serial dater. Branson had silently agreed with the assessment. He hadn’t had a relationship that had lasted over a month since college.
He let out a breath and tried to relax his shoulders. “Okay. So the news is out now, like it or not.” He pinned her with his gaze. “And I have no idea what to do.”
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