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We’re having sex for the need of it, the connection of it, for desire. Not for love, like he said. I gulp. Not for love on his part because the more time I spent with him, the more I knew I was falling into the pit of somewhere I didn’t want to go. A hole of falling for a man not interested in falling for me other than in the sheets. I’m afraid to admit, I’m in love with this broken, beautiful, lovingman.
There’s a knock at the door when I’m taking a tray of cookies out of the oven. Dallas cooked for me, so I wanted to return the favor. Making the cookies has also helped keep my mind off everything I’m going through. Granted, I used a premade box mix, but a girl has to startsomewhere.
Dallas said he’d be over after dropping Maven off for her sleepover. I take a deep breath and don’t bother looking through the peephole before answering thedoor.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Iyell.
Brett is standing in the doorway with flowers.Yes, fucking flowersagain.
His blond hair is swept back in a baseball cap, and a T-shirt and jeans cover his tall and scrawnybody.
My asshole ex has a history of bad timing—having a girl in our bed when he thought I was out of town, sending dick pics without putting a password on his phone, being on a date with another woman when I ran into him at the frozen yogurtshop.
I stumble back when he takes a step forward and shuts the door behindhimself.
“I heard about what happened to ourbaby.”
“I’m sorry. What did you just say? Ourwhat?” I’m dreaming. I have to be dreaming. This isn’thappening.
Brett is out on bail. He shouldn’t even be leaving the county, let alone thestate.
He tilts his shoulder in a half-shrug and walks into the living room, placing the flowers in the middle of the coffee table and sitting down. “I’ve gotta say, I’m unhappy you kept this from me, but I’ll forgive you … for the sake of ourfamily.”
“Have you lost your mind?”Does jail make you imagine things?I take a step closer to look him in the eyes. He has to be high to consider this to be a good idea. “Are you ondrugs?”
“No, Willow, I’m not on drugs,” he mocks inannoyance.
“You need toleave.”
“I’m not leaving until we talk about our deadbaby.”
“There is noourbaby,dumbass.”
My breathing labors, and my fist itches to connect with his face. He just referred to my baby asdead.He gets up and struggles to grab my hand, but I fight himoff.
“Leave before I call the cops. You know this baby isn’t yours. I haven’t touched you in almost ayear.”
“I don’t care. I’ll take on the responsibility if it’s another man’s because I love you.” He arrogantly looks around the room. “I don’t see anyone here to help you. What’d you do? Get knocked up by some random dude while traveling with Stella?” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shakes his head. “You know, that’s why I said I didn’t trust you working with her. You’d get mad at me for cheating when I knew you were doing thesame.”
That’s a lie. He was always jealous of myjob.
“Fuck you. Do you honestly believe I’d ever have a baby with you? You almost killed achild.”
He points to my stomach. “I want a paternity test on the one that’s stillalive.”
God, could his words be any morehorrible?
“Excuse me? You admitted the baby wasn’t yours secondsago.”
“No, Ididn’t.”
I don’t have the time or the patience to deal with this asshole today. Or ever. “Screw you. I just had a miscarriage, for fuck’s sake, and you thought it would be a good idea to fly thousands of miles and harassme?”
We look at the door at the sound of a knock. Brett goes to answer it before I can stop him. I make it at the same time Dallas walks in, bumping into Brett on his way, and his attention bounces between Asshole andme.
“Did I miss something?” heasks.
“Stella’s old bodyguard?” Brett spits with a bitter laugh. “The fuck is he doinghere?”
