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She gave a sad laugh. “You’re pitiful. You and your boss.”
“He’s my client.”
“He can be your fairy godfather, for all I give a damn. I came here to sign something that will get him the hell out of my life. Nothing to sign? Then, we have nothing to discuss. And you’d better tell your client or your boss or whatever fancy name the man gives himself that if he bothers me again, I’ll charge him with harassment.”
She stepped around him. He let her go, watched as she headed for the door.
The lady was impressive but then, she’d been impressive the night they’d met. It was an interesting combination, that silk-over-steel quality. Her morals left a lot to be desired but he had to respect her for having balls.
He waited until she was almost at the door.
“Ms. Dalton. You call my client’s behavior harassment—but he lost his only son. Now you’re telling him he’s going to lose the only grandchild he’ll ever have.”
She turned and looked at him. “Why don’t you ask him when he really lost David, Mr. Wilde?”
Caleb suspected there’d been a distance between father and son. The fact was, he didn’t like Caldwell. There was something unpleasant about the man, but that wasn’t his affair. He was an attorney, not a shrink.
“Family quarrels,” he said evenly, “are not my concern.”
“Apparently, neither is justice.”
He smiled thinly. “Trust me, Sage. You’re not going to hurt my feelings.”
Her chin rose. “How could I? You don’t have any feel—”
He moved fast, grabbed her hands and held them at her sides.
“The feelings I have for you,” he said in a rough voice, “are the ones any man would have for a woman who took him into her lover’s bed.”
Whatever color remained in her face drained away. “I despise you,” she whispered.
“You didn’t that night.” He closed the inch between them, transferred both her hands to one of his and lifted her face with the other. “For all I know, you were already carrying his baby.”
Tears rose in her eyes. “Go to hell!”
“Were you? Was his child in your womb that night?”
She called him a word he wouldn’t have thought she’d know—but then, she knew a lot of things he wouldn’t have imagined.
“You parted your legs for me,” he growled, “and once I left, you parted them for him—”
Sage spat in his face.
Caleb stood very still. A dozen responses raced through his head, starting with slapping her …
And ending with hauling her into his arms, taking her back to the loveseat and burying himself inside her.
One thought was more contemptible than the last.
And she—she had brought him to this lowest level of hell.
He let go of her. Took a pristine white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face.
“I suppose,” he said with terrible calm, “this is as good a time as any to ask a question.”
She lifted her chin. Looked straight at him.
“No,” she said evenly. “I’m not carrying your child. Believe me, if I were, I might have dealt differently with this pregnancy.”
