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“And you do?”
“I wouldn’t accuse her of fucking cheating on me!” Wes shouted, making her jump.
“Guys,” she rasped. She didn’t feel good. Her tummy was rolling, and her vision was blurry, but not from tears. “Daddy.”
“She didn’t tell me she was coming here,” Jett said. “If she had nothing to hide, then why keep it from me?”
“She’s not Mandy,” Wes told him gently, stepping forward.
Jett paused.
“Daddy,” she said again, but her voice sounded far away. Her chest burned, and black dots danced in her vision. Had she stopped breathing? She tried to take a breath, but it wouldn’t come. “Daddy.”
The world spun, the room shifting until she hit something hard. A shout made her wince, and a pair of rough hands grabbed her. But it was too late.
Everything went black.
* * *
“She’s not Mandy.”
Jett paused, taking a deep breath. He ran his hand over his head. Fuck. Fuck! Wes was right. Abbie wasn’t Mandy. She wasn’t a cheater. She’d never—but why didn’t she tell him she knew Wes? And why didn’t she tell him she was coming to see him?
Why didn’t Wes tell him?
What were they hiding?
Nothing.
They weren’t hiding anything.
It was a weird coincidence. Abbie was amazing and kind, of course she befriended her neighbor. Of course Wes would like her. She was impossible not to like, not to fall for.
Had Wes fallen for her?
He shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts loose.
He needed to get his shit sorted. He couldn’t stand that he’d made her cry, that he’d scared her. He hadn’t meant to, but when he saw them smiling at each other, and saw the way her face paled when she saw him, it felt like he’d caught her doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing.
He felt like he had when he walked in on Mandy riding his friend.
He didn’t want to be a fool again, but Wes was right. He knew he was. He was making an ass of himself.
Abbie was sweet, so fucking sweet she’d give him cavities. It wasn’t fair to accuse her of shit Mandy did.
“Fuck,” he breathed. Wes glared back at him. Yeah, he deserved that look.
“Daddy.”
Her voice was so small, so weak, but it pierced the air. He whirled, watching as his baby girl fell to the ground, her eyes rolling back. She looked even more pale than before, her lips colorless.
“Abbie!” He raced toward her, his arms outstretched. She hit the floor, but he immediately lifted her.
Turning, he found Wes with the back office door open and watched as he shoved shit to the floor. “Put her down,” he said, waving toward the desk.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What happened? He’d taken his eyes off of her for only a second, and she fainted? What was wrong with her? Was she sick? Clearly.
And he’d yelled at her. He’d assumed she was pale because she’d gotten caught, but what if she was pale for another reason?
