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“Ben, I… I… how did you find out?”
“Someone overhead a conversation, and it got back to me. Apparently there’s a chance it’s mine. I can’t believe you wouldn’t come to me about this. What, were you just gonna hide it? Like I don’t have a right to know about my own kid?”
He looks so cut up. So angry and distressed and…
And now I have to make it a million times worse.
“But I don’t know if it’s your kid,” I whisper, my jaw trembling as his face mottles with this hurt-filled rage that has me looking to the floor.
“Yeah, so I heard,” he grits out. “I mean, what the hell, Caroline? What if it is mine? You don’t think I have a right to know?”
Shit, I should have told him. I should have been honest from the start.
I close my eyes, struggling to figure out how I can explain myself.
“Who’s the other guy? Is it Casey Pierce? Or are there like a bunch of us who you’re going to have to work your way through?”
My lips part, not even sure how to respond to that insult.
“Was it the same night? The same party? Or do you spread us all out like a lineup of guys—one per day.”
“S-Stop.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “It wasn’t like that. I… I?—”
“You have to find out,” he cuts me off, his tone unapologetic.
I peek my eyes open, daring to look at him. “I… I know. I was going to come see you and?—”
“Were you?” His glare is enough to crush my insides to dust.
I look away from him and have to admit, “I was, but then I wasn’t sure.”
He leans his hand on the wall behind me, bending low so he’s right in my face. “If it’s mine, I have a right to know.” His voice has dropped from a roar to a stony whisper, and I can’t decide which is worse.
“I’m sorry, Ben. I?—”
“Don’t,” he spits, obviously disgusted with me. “You were going to hide this, and if I hadn’t found out, I never would have known.”
“Well, everyone’s gonna know soon enough.” I rub my belly, and he stares down at it. His crestfallen expression is heartbreaking, and I feel awful.
Like seriously awful.
“Hey!” someone barks behind Ben, and seconds later, an irate Casey appears beside me. “What the fuck are you doing yelling at my woman?”
Someone must have run to get Casey.
I don’t know who it was, but I’m grateful for the support.
I think.
Ben’s sad face is turning angry again. He looks between us, his dark eyes sparking. “He’s the other guy?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“And it’s just him? No other players in this mix?”
“Shut your fucking mouth, man,” Casey warns him.
Ben gives him a derisive snort before shaking his head and staring daggers at me.
