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“I felt a little betrayed and used. It was my own damn fault for agreeing to sleep with you, but for a moment there, we were having fun.”
Even though the first thirty minutes all he’d done was berate women and how they wanted his money. They were always out to trap him so they could get a piece of his ranch or his bank account. It was the biggest reason she’d never told him about Wyatt, and if she could, she wasn’t going to tell him tonight either.
Unless Wyatt was starving, she didn’t want one red cent of his cash. She didn’t care how rich he was.
She glanced at her watch. Her mother had taken care of Wyatt, but she needed to get home, hold her son close, and get him ready for bed. And he was her son, not Blake’s. He may have helped create him, but that was all he did.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “But did you get pregnant that night?”
His voice was urgent, demanding, and she was not going to give him the answer he wanted to hear.
Laughing, she shook her head. “All I got that night was heartache. Because while I knew how you felt about women, especially women who were after your money, I would never have taken anything from you. Not your watch, your wallet, your money. Nothing. All I was after was a good time with a man who wanted me. I’m still looking for that man.”
Standing, she glanced at him. It was time to leave. They were done and he wasn’t going to get the answer he so desperately wanted.
They had ordered coffee and she’d taken a few sips, but she didn’t want the rest. She wanted to get out of here. She wanted to protect her son.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he said. “Did you get pregnant that night?”
Sighing, she didn’t know how to answer that question without telling the truth and she wasn’t about to tell him about Wyatt.
“In case you’ve forgotten, we used a condom. Safe sex. There are ways to end a pregnancy. We had a good time that night. Let’s just leave it at that. Now I need to get home. Is that all you wanted to talk about? Did I help clear your conscience?”
Frankly, she hoped he felt bad. Really bad, because he’d turned what had been a good experience into something cheap and meaningless.
“No,” he said confused.
A frown filled his face. She could see that he was still trying to process everything she had said and hadn’t said.
“For a minute there, I was terrified you were going to tell me you had some terrible disease that was contagious. Let’s just remember that night as a one-and-done, never to happen again.”
Standing, he shook his head. “Wait a minute. You still have not answered my question. Did you have my child?”
He was not going to let that question go and she was not going to answer him.
“Blake,” she said smiling. “A child would tie us together forever. You’d accuse me of just wanting your money, like your ex Theresa or whatever her name was. Again, it was one night. A good night, but it’s over. Have a great life, Blake.”
Turning, she walked out the door. The waitress stared at her with an odd expression. “He’s picking up the tab. He can afford it.”
Hurrying out the door, she did her best to mix in with the crowd of travelers who were rushing to their gate or baggage claim. And when she got to the employee transport bus that would carry her to the employee parking lot, she glanced around in all directions.
No Blake.
She’d ditched him. With a sigh of relief, she relaxed. But who in the hell had warned him that he had a child? It sounded like something her mother would have done. But she didn’t know who Wyatt’s father was. For this very reason.
And her best friend would not have told.
As soon as she reached her car, she called Lauren and put the phone on speaker as she drove toward her son, anxious to hold him. To protect him.
Lauren’s phone went to her voicemail. “Leave a message and I’ll get back to you when I’m out of the shower.”
Shaking her head, Cristina said, “Call me as soon as you get this message. Someone sent a letter to Blake telling him he had a child he didn’t know about. He was on my flight today and wanted to talk to me as soon as we landed. How in the hell does he know about Wyatt? Please tell me you didn’t tell him. Call me.”
When she reached her mother, the woman smiled at her. “Did your plane land late?”
“No, we had extra paperwork to fill out tonight. Sorry, I’m late,” she said going around the room and grabbing his diaper bag.
Oh, how she wanted to confront the woman and ask her if she’d sent the letter, but she couldn’t without telling her the name of Wyatt’s father. And that information she was keeping to herself.
