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Send me proof of the pregnancy, Cindy. Otherwise, I’m calling bullshit. When you return to the office next week, we will go to HR.

If she wanted to make threats, he could throw a few her way. If they spoke to human resources—which he’d never do, but she didn’t know that - she’d lose her job and fail to extractanymoney from him.

Jack needed this to be over.

It was starting to take its toll. He’d been having nightmare after nightmare of Amelia seeing Cindy pregnant and it breaking her heart. In one dream, she’d stabbed Cindy, and the media had stood around taking photos. The next one, Cindy was giving birth and shouting at Amelia for stealing her baby daddy.

This had to end.

When she didn’t reply, Jack’s temper got the better of him and he dialed her number.

“What?” Cindy answered.

“Have you actually been to the doctor to do a test?”

“I did it at home. I know my body.”

“Jesus Christ. My lawyer has asked for a proper test result. Then, in January, we will do the paternity test,” Jack said. “Go to the goddamn doctor’s and send my lawyer the information. Otherwise, I have nothing to say about this.”

“Or,” Cindy said, and he swore her voice was shaking, “you can just pay me to be quiet.”

And there it was.

“Be quiet about what?” Jack challenged.

“The child.”

“Right now, I have no proof there is a child. For fuck's sake. Is this coming from your boyfriend? Tell him he needs to research being a better blackmailer.” Jack chuckled, feeling anything but amused. “Because if there is, and it's mine, I want to know.”

“No!” she cried, and he heard the panic.

Every part of him knew this was bullshit. He’d always known.

“Nonetheless, if you are lying, don’t come in to work next week, Cindy.”

“Are you firing me?” she asked, aghast.

He almost laughed at the insanity of her shock. Did she really think she could return to work on Monday as if nothing had happened?

“If you are lying, you bet your ass I am,” Jack growled.

“You can’t threaten her job, asshole,” a man’s voice said. “Hang up, babe. Fuck him.”

Jack’s brow shot up.

“Hello, David. I know all about you. You are using Cindy to make some money, aren’t you? Well, asshole, it’s not going to work. Blackmailing a U. S. Senator is a serious offense.”

There was silence for a long moment, and then the line went dead.

Jack rubbed his hand over his face.

At least they were showing their true colors. Unfortunately, he hadn’t recorded the conversation, and he most certainly wouldn’t be asking the office to pull the audio file.

He let out a long sigh.

When he returned to Washington, he was driving over to her house and dragging her to a doctor. Only then would he know the truth.

And soon after that, if therewasa pregnancy, he would know if it was his. He’d put money on it being David’s.

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