Carrying The Billionaire's Baby

Damn. She had no idea why she thought she could trust him. The minute he was out of her sight, he’d probably told his entire family. Worse, he hadn’t warned her that he’d told them. How could she explain her dad’s situation to him and think he’d listen? Think he’d keep it to himself and give her what she wanted? He wouldn’t. Let it come out in court, at a custody battle, where the evidence could speak for itself.

Or maybe it wouldn’t.

Maybe his lawyers would twist it the way Paul Barnes had gotten the DA to twist the evidence of her father’s innocence into a story of a coworker who’d only confessed after he was dead to get his friend out of prison.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

She couldn’t deal with this right now. Especially not in front of his sister.

She popped out of her seat, grabbed her purse and turned away from the table. “We’ll talk another time, Jake.”

Her pulse pounding, she raced out the door and into the hot first-day-of-September evening. She couldn’t believe how this situation kept spiraling. Anger poured through her in waves. If she couldn’t trust Jake not to say anything to anyone until they had their situation resolved, how could she trust him with anything?

A hand caught her arm, slowed her down, then stopped her.

It had to be Jake.

She spun to face him. “Now what? Would you like me to sit with a reporter from the New Yorker and give an interview? Maybe we can get ABC to put us on Good Morning America?”

“Will you stop? I didn’t tell her to come here!”

“You expect me to believe it was a coincidence?”

“It was! And you’re being stupid. It was my sister for God’s sake. Not a girlfriend.”

“I would have much rather that she’d been a girlfriend!”

He stepped close. “Really?”

He smelled spicy and male and all her pregnancy hormones popped. She ignored them. “You can date anybody you want.”

“I’m about to be a father. I want to settle one life crisis at a time. I don’t want to date anybody.”

“Well, you might as well, because you and I are oil and water. Our lives clash. Even when we try to get along, we fight. We’ll never get a custody agreement hammered out. We’re going to end up in court.”

“Because you intend to be stubborn?”

“Because I had a plan!” Three plans, actually. And all three had failed. “You don’t believe this about me, but I love plans. I love order. Just because I don’t say it with a calm, rational voice, doesn’t mean I—”

He caught her by the upper arms and hauled her against him, and for twenty seconds they stared into each other’s eyes. Warmth coursed through her. Her breasts met his chest. Their baby bumped against his stomach.

A million emotions flashed through his blue eyes. She was pretty sure his intention had been to stop her tirade by kissing her. Then he’d felt the baby bump and frozen.

Except for those eyes. Every emotion from confusion to fear to happy surprise and anger raced through them.

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