And now she was pregnant with his child.His!
When he had a moment to breathe and finally sat down, he realized what an idiot he’d been.Saylor had only dated two other men and hadn’t been intimate with either.She was just turning twenty-three.She’d been home-schooled, kept from others her age until college and was the most innocent woman he’d ever met.
“I fucked up,” he muttered.
“Yep,” smirked Evie from the cockpit, “but you’ll fix it.”
It was a short drive from the airport to the address he’d nearly shredded in his hand.He had never been so nervous in his entire life than he was at this moment.He’d rather face an entire militia of armed gunmen than have to face this woman and admit he’d fucked up.
When he knocked on the door, he wasn’t sure she would even answer.It bothered him that there was no peep hole to see who was knocking and the window wasn’t positioned to give her a clear view of the porch.This was a dangerous home for her.
When she answered the door, he nearly fell over.
Her belly was swollen with his child.His.She looked beautiful, glowing and fresh-faced.No makeup, her hair in a ponytail.She was the woman he would love forever and he’d fucked up by not telling her so.
Then it him.She was pregnant and hadn’t told him.She’d run away.And that made him angry.
Remington stared at the woman in the doorway.Bile rose in his throat, threatening to force him to vomit his breakfast.Weeks of thinking about her and now she was here.Right here in his sights.
Saylor had tears in her eyes as she rubbed her belly, knowing that he was probably angry with her.There was no way to hide and he was definitely looking at her belly, then her face.
“Why?Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.
“I-I don’t know.”
“You’re lying.Why?”
“You said this isn’t what you wanted.You said you were a loner,” she whispered with tears in her eyes.
“You misunderstood what I said.You misunderstood everything,” he said pushing past her.She watched as he walked from room to room, finally taking the steps two at a time.
He stopped in the doorway of the spare room, staring at the furnishings and then looked back at her.She almost cowered, which only made him feel worse.Across the hall was her bedroom.
He opened the closet and grabbed a suitcase.Opening each dresser drawer, he dumped it without care or thought, one after another.
“Remington, stop.Please don’t do this,” she cried.
“I’m doing what I should have done weeks ago.”He took the clothes from her closet and placed those in another suitcase, then with one swipe, emptied the contents of her bathroom counter in an empty trash bucket.He carried the items downstairs, placing them in the SUV.
Walking back inside she was sitting on the steps to the upstairs, silently shedding tears.
“Come on,” he said holding out his hand.
“What are you doing?Where are you taking me?” she asked.He lifted her from the stairs, feeling the weight of her in his arms.As he walked outside, he pulled the door closed, not caring if it was locked.
“Home.We’re going home.”
“I am home, Remington.You said you didn’t want kids.”
“That’s not what I said,” he snapped staring at her.It only made her cry harder.Finally, he sat on the outside step, setting her beside him and pulled her close.“In fact, I didn’t say all the things I should have because I was scared.Scared of us, scared of you, scared of not coming home.”
“I-I don’t understand,” she sniffed.
“Saylor, I fell in love with you on the dance floor that very first night.But I didn’t want to leave and have something happen to me on my last mission.I didn’t want that burden on you.Sometimes, sometimes my head is only on a mission, nothing else.I think too much about what I’ve done or what I need to do and it blocks out all the good in my life.Like you.”
“I thought you didn’t care for me.I thought what was happening with us was nothing and then you left without coming to say goodbye.”
“I had to leave fast.”
