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“And the stubborn cleft in your chin,” she said.

“How old is he?”

“Six months,” she said. “He was born on January 20 at three in the afternoon.”

Blake had to control the rage he felt surging through him.

“Why didn’t you call me and tell me you were pregnant? Why did you leave me out of everything? He’s my son,” he said, his voice rising.

She frowned at him and her voice was quiet. “Keep your voice down or I will call 911 and have you thrown out of here. Do you understand me? Don’t wake him up. I need the rest.”

Pushing the anger down, he took a deep breath. “I missed so much.”

“He’s my son,” she said calmly. “You may have helped create him, but he’s my son.”

Oh no, she wasn’t going to take that argument with him. It wouldn’t work. He’d soon have his attorney working on getting his parental rights.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he said.

A little laugh that sounded more like a snort came from her. “And have to put up with all your inferences that I’m trying to steal your money. Your ranch. Remember the night we met, I got to hear all of those accusations thrown at Theodora or whatever her name was.”

Yes, they had met on the night that Taylor broke up with him and he’d gone into this bar to get a drink and settle his rage. Taylor had been batshit crazy and told him all he had to do was share his money and she’d do anything he wanted. Even sleep with another man or woman. Whatever he wanted, she would do. That was not the kind of woman he wanted to be his wife or the mother of his children.

All she wanted was the money. Just like so many other women who had not made it as far as Taylor had.

“You’re right. I remember it clearly,” he said.

“I’m surprised at that. You were a tiny bit inebriated that night.”

“A little, but I’d just broken up with a woman who not only wanted me for just my money, she was pretty much willing to do whatever she had to get to it. Including sexual favors with another man or woman. Call me crazy, but I don’t like to share and I want a woman who only wants me.”

A grin spread across her face. “Kind of like I want a man who only wants me.”

They sat staring at one another. He’d gotten this woman pregnant during a one-night stand. He didn’t even do one-night stands, and yet that night, he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.

And now it was going to cost him dearly in either pride or cash.

They had been instantly attracted to one another, so much so, that the next morning, he’d left as soon as he’d awakened. He’d been afraid of the attraction that had overwhelmed him. The desire she evoked.

“What are we going to do?” he asked. “Marry me. That would solve the problem of Wyatt.”

Her eyes widened. “I just said I want a man who only wants me. You’re offering me marriage so you can have access to your son. Not happening. In five years, we’d hate one another and then there would be a messy divorce. The children would suffer. And you’d accuse me of just wanting your damn money. Leave me and my son alone.”

Stunned, he stared at her.

What did he do now? She didn’t want to marry him and that was a shock. If she’d been after his money, she would have said yes.

“Can I at least see him?”

With a sigh, she closed her eyes. “There’s no way I can keep you from seeing him. I’m sure you have an army of lawyers behind you that you’re going to sic on me to get your wishes.”

It was true.

“He’s my child too,” he said softly.

“Maybe so, but I’m his mother. You’ll soon find some other fancy woman who wants you to put a ring on her finger and you’ll agree. Then you’ll have children with her and forget all about us.”

That would never happen. He would never be a deadbeat dad. Never.

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