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“He moves quickly. I couldn’t stop him.”
“It’s okay, Marge.” I motioned with my hand that everything was fine. Tucker stormed over to us while Marge shut the door quietly.
“What in the fuck is going on here? Who is—”
When Tucker stopped at the sight of Lindsey Cooke sitting in front of me, he paused. And so did my heart. His mouth opened, then closed. Then it opened again.
My entire body went stiff, and I had to fight the urge not to get up and run to my bathroom.
He knows her.
For the first time since this woman walked into my office, my confidence slipped.
And my fear that this really could be Tucker’s baby skyrocketed.
I STOPPED IN my tracks when I saw Lindsey sitting in the leather chairs opposite of Charlie.
Holy fucking shit. Talk about a blast from the past.
“Lindsey?” I asked, startled by her appearance.
“Hello, Tucker. It’s been a while. How have you been?”
My head jerked over to see Charlie. She was attempting to remain calm but clearly freaking out inside.
“I’m fine. You want to tell me what in the hell kind of game you’re playing?”
“I’m not playing a game. I was just about to agree to do a paternity test since Ms. Monroe seemed to think we didn’t know each other.”
Charlie cleared her throat.
“Exactly how do you know Ms. Cooke, Tucker?”
I could hear the hurt and anger in her voice, but I knew all Lindsey heard was strength.
“We met about six years ago after we graduated UT.”
Glancing back to Charlie, she shot me daggers.
Charlie stood. “Do you have reason to believe that Ms. Cooke’s claim that the little girl sitting outside could be your daughter?”
“What? No! I mean, we slept together once, and I wore a condom.”
Lindsey grinned. “There’s only a ninety-eight percent success rate of preventing pregnancies with a condom.”
Anger pulsed through my veins.
“Get real, Lindsey. You and I both know I was so fucking drunk that night I was hardly able to get it up. If my memory is right, I don’t think I even finished before I passed out.”
Charlie cleared her throat again and folded her arms across her chest.
“I’m not really interested in hearing how the two of you were together, Tucker,” Charlie bit out.
“I know I came. At least twice, Tucker.”
My eyes landed back on Lindsey. “What do you want?”
“Six hundred thousand and I go away with our little girl and you never hear from me again.”
