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“You’ll what?” He raised that dang brow of his with so much freaking sex appeal.
“I don’t know, but it won’t be pleasant.” I hugged myself. “Drake,” I whispered. “Jameson is my world. And he doesn’t deserve for you to try him on like a pair of jeans to see if he’s a good fit for you. There is no trying here. You either decide you want to be his dad or not. You’re either all in or all out. Do you understand?” I begged for him to get what I was trying to say.
It took him a hot minute to think about it, making my heart pump harder than was healthy. If he rejected Jameson, then he truly wasn’t the man I thought he was. And that thought hurt in the depths of my soul.
He finally nodded, making me internally sigh with relief.
“Okay. I’ll find some bedding for you. You’ll have to stay in the honeymoon suite again.” I turned on my heels, still not believing this was happening.
“Charlotte,” he said my name like it meant something to him. Like I meant something to him.
“Yes.” I didn’t dare turn and look at him.
“I would also like to make a couple of things clear.”
“What is that?” I snipped. He had no right to make any demands here.
“First, you and I will have words about why you didn’t tell me that I had a son.”
Okay, fine. I would give him that one. Though I wasn’t sure how much more we could say about it. I didn’t tell him, end of story.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever been so livid with anyone in my life. And that’s saying something,” he snapped.
Oh, it was. I’d seen him lose his cool with people before. Hot shame consumed me, like a child in trouble. I knew it wasn’t something I should have kept from him, regardless of how he’d ignored me. I was glad I wasn’t looking at him, as tears filled my eyes and spilled over.
“Second, I know you want me.”
I whipped around to find him ready for me with a smug, dampened smile. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I wiped the tears off my cheeks.
He stood and sauntered my way until we were sharing the same space. Until I could breathe in his moody, spicy scent. I wanted to turn and run, but his gaze owned me. Made me feel things I shouldn’t. He was right about me wanting him. Oh, so right, but that was none of his business.
He reached up and wiped a traitorous tear off my cheek. He’d done the same thing the night of our first kiss. His kiss had been so sweet and tender, it had made me cry. I’d felt ridiculous, but when he wiped away my tears, he’d told me how he had longed to take me in his arms and kiss me. How unworthy he felt to do such a thing to me. His touch now invoked some of those same feelings, sending a toe-curling shiver straight through me.
“I see it in your eyes, Charlotte. And one day, we will talk about that too.” He strode past me like he hadn’t just upended my world. I had no idea what to think, or even if I could. But all I knew was that poor Izzy was really going to wish she hadn’t drunk the middle-aged I-think-my-boobs-are-starting-to-sag drink. Her boobs were going to be the least of her concerns come morning.
~*~
“Here you go,” I sang, with an unnaturally chipper cadence as I placed a huge cinnamon roll, dripping with cream cheese icing, on Izzy’s plate. Since there was no sleeping again, I had decided to make Izzy’s favorite breakfast.
She glared at me, while rubbing her pounding head. She’d about had an aneurysm when I told her about our guests. I think her exact words were, “Please tell me I’ve died and this is hell.”
My response: “Sorry, you’re alive and in hell. Good news, we arrived together.”
At least she was a bit excited that Martez the Latin god was staying here.
“I need more Advil before you can be that cheerful,” she snarled.
“Smile for Jameson,” I said under my breath.
This was going to be quite the day for him . . . and me. I would be introducing him to my “friend.” I prayed all night that Drake wouldn’t disappoint me. That he would show up for Jameson in a big way. Although Drake had admitted last night that he knew nothing about children. I hadn’t, either, but I’d figured it out. Really, I was still figuring it out. Jameson was ever evolving.
She smiled at Jameson, who couldn’t shove his cinnamon roll in his mouth fast enough, and then she curled her lip at me like a snarling dog.
I petted her head. “Now, be a good girl.”
She couldn’t help but giggle, albeit a very tiny giggle.
