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Caleb frowned. “But—”
“No buts. I’m an adult, and I make my own decisions, good or bad, and no one else takes fault or blame for them. No one but me.” She patted him on the shoulder. “And I’ll be fine.”
She didn’t mention the baby.
No one needed to find out about that yet.
“If you’re sure…” he said, hesitating and glanced over his shoulder at the closed door.
“I’m sure.”
He grabbed the knob, not opening the door. “So, what should I do with him, then? Let him in?”
“Who?”
“Wyatt. He’s here, in the store.”
Her heart dropped, twisted, and sped up, all at the same time. “Oh no.”
“Not so fine after all, huh?” Caleb asked, eyeing her.
“I am. It’s just…” She closed her computer, grabbed her bag and her keys. “I’ll talk to him on my way out. I’m going to break for lunch.”
He glanced at his watch. “It’s ten thirty in the morning.”
“And I’m hungry,” she said defensively. She couldn’t see him in a closed-in room. There would be no escape. No, on her way out the door was the best way to do this. She would reassure him she was fine, get rid of him, and do her best to actually be fine. “I’ll be back soon.”
He watched her go through the door. “If you need me to get rid of him for you, or you want backup—”
“I don’t.” She stopped, turned around, and gave him a quick hug. He didn’t hug her back. “But thanks.”
After leaving her office, she took a deep breath and walked down the hall that led to the shop. As she neared the end, she saw him. She slowed her steps, greedily drinking in the sight of him. He wore a pair of warm-up pants, a hoodie, and a five o’clock shadow that killed her. His face was a little pale, and he looked tired, like he wasn’t sleeping well.
He probably wasn’t.
More than likely, he was probably too worried thinking he’d be stuck with her for the rest of his life, now that she was having his child. It was her job to make sure that didn’t happen.
To not ask for more than he wanted to give.
She’d never wanted to trap him. She refused to. If he wanted to be a part of their child’s life, then he could. But they were done…
No matter how much she wished otherwise.
She walked into the room, forcing a smile she didn’t feel. He opened his mouth to talk, but she cut him off because Caleb was right behind her. “Hello. I was just on my way out, but we can talk as I go to my car, if you’d like.”
He swallowed, nodding, his gaze sliding over her shoulder toward her brother, presumably. “Yeah. Sure.”
She walked to the door, not waiting for him, but he rushed past her, opening it for her. As she walked through, he turned back to her brother. “I’ll talk to you later about that game, okay?”
Caleb nodded, not speaking.
Wyatt let the door shut and reached out to touch her. “Kass—”
“Don’t.” When she lurched back, he dropped his hand to his sides. She’d hurt him, which made her a little guilty, but, hey, she was hurt, too. After all, he’d accused her of being a gold digger who lied about him being the father of her unborn child. “I think it’s best if we keep our hands to ourselves when speaking, don’t you?”
His jaw flexed. “Yeah. Sure. Whatever you want.”
Part of her wanted to hate him. Part of her wanted to ignore that he looked so handsome standing there, staring at her like she actually mattered to him. She didn’t. “I don’t know why you came here, but you don’t have to keep calling me, or texting me, or dropping by my house and my work. I’m okay.”
