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I hold up a hand. “Stop. I know you didn’t come all the way out here just to congratulate me.”
“I miss you, okay? I started missing you the minute you walked away from me.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “Blake. We’ve had this conversation.” Months ago. And once was more than enough. “Your wife is pregnant.”
“She’s not.”
I stare at him, the words failing to register even when I play them over in my head three times.
“What?”
He takes another step toward me. “Jeanette’s not pregnant.”
I lift a hand, pressing my fingers to my temple. “How is that possible?”
He squints up at the sky, a sad smile on his face. “She lied, Mindy. She lied because we were going to divorce and she found out about you. She got jealous and lied so I wouldn’t leave her. She does things like this a lot. She’s a little erratic.”
I can’t understand what is happening right now. My brain cannot process the information; it’s like he’s speaking a foreign language.
He moves closer, close enough to reach out and touch my arm. “We were really great together. Didn’t you think so?”
“I did.” Before I met Luke and realized what it’s like to be with someone who accepts me without question, without limits or judgment. Exactly as I am. I haven’t quite learned how to accept myself, but I’m working on it.
Not to mention the fact that Blake truly believed she was pregnant with his child, which means they were intimate around the same time we were together. He’s not exactly innocent here. He lied about their relationship at the very least. He could be lying now for all I know. How can I trust any of it?
“We can be together. In truth.” He grabs my hand, drawing me closer.
I tug back. “No. No, we can’t.”
He grips my fingers tighter.
“You came to talk, and now we have, and now you can leave.”
His eyes implore me, face creased in confusion. “But Mindy, doesn’t this change anything?”
“No. Let go of me. Now.” I add force and volume to the words, needing to get through to him.
He blinks, shock covering his features. He’s not used to hearing no.
I twist my fingers harder, attempting to wrench my hand from his grasp, but he won’t release me.
“Blake—”
“Mindy.” He yanks me forward.
I stumble into him. “If you don’t let go of me right now, I will hurt you.”
He laughs.
Red haze covers my vision. I jerk my knee upward, right into his groin.
With an oomph, he releases me, hunching forward.
“Mindy? Are you okay?” Luke jogs up the drive toward us, eyes tracing over Blake, bent over in front of me. A smile quirks at his lips.
Blake is recovering quickly, almost standing at full height now.
I didn’t hit him too hard; I didn’t have the best angle, and I just wanted him to let me go. Of course, testes are rather delicate organs.
