Hookups.
That’s all they were to him. That stung.
She raised her chin. “Don’t you think it’s time to stop?”
“Is that what you really want? Because, as I recall, last time you thoroughly enjoyed bouncing on my dick.” His jaw clenched and unclenched, his gaze homing in on her belly. “You’re carrying my children, Jannie.”
“And?”
“And I’m their father.”
A bitter laugh escaped her. “Donotpretend you’re invested. You made it clear you didn’t want kids.”
“I guess I have no choice now, do I?” he snapped.
Biting words flew to her lips. Somehow, she managed to hold them back.
To her horror, her eyes began to sting, and Jannie blinked, furious that she cared.
“Jannie …” Muttering a curse, he reached for her.
She jerked away.
“That was an asshole thing to say. I’m sorry.”
“You think?” She blinked again, cursing the hormones that made it harder to control her emotions.
“I know. And should know better.” He raked a hand through his hair. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I promised myself I wouldn’t do this shit.”
“It’s what we do, Blake.”
“But we don’t have to.”
“Are you serious right now?” How many times had they attempted to get along?
“Have dinner with me.”
“Why?”
“So we can talk. I have things I need to tell you.” He looked pointedly at her belly. “And now it looks as if we have even more to discuss.”
“There’s nothing to discuss about the babies.”
“On the contrary. There’s a lot.”
“I need to go downstairs and get a key.”
“Now?” He glanced at the bed.
She stood. “Before you ask, I’m going to answer. No.”
He didn’t move back an inch, deploying that smile he always used to penetrate her defenses.
How could it be that, despite everything, she still desired him? She was the insane person who kept doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results.
But now she was carrying his children. Maybe they could work it out over a nice meal. Maybe…
A knock came at the door.
