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The man liked women, but he didn’t like them depending on him, so she was determined she would make it on her own. In return, he’d never know about his son.
But damn, her son looked like him. The infant had his blue eyes and his strong chin and jawbone. Sometimes she wondered if there was anything about Wyatt that looked like her. So far he was the spitting image of his father and that worried her.
His father was well-known around this part of Texas. His family was wealthy. And that frightened her as well. Because no man would take her son from her, regardless of his wealth.
With her infant snuggling up against her chest, she sighed with relief knowing Wyatt had finally fallen asleep. But his forehead was still warm and she hated going off and leaving him when he felt bad.
No one warned her about the protective feelings you developed being a mother. No one warned her that she would never want to leave her child for any reason.
Damn, why hadn’t she won the lottery? And yet in many ways, she felt like she had. The love she had for this child was overpowering.
When she was pregnant, she’d wondered how good a mother she would be. Would she love this baby? And the moment they put him in her arms, she’d burst into tears.
Gazing down at his sweet face, she’d been smitten and knew she would move heaven and earth and even hell itself to protect this child.
He was hers. Nobody’s baby but hers.
He may not have a father, but he had one hell of a mother who loved him with all her heart and soul. And she’d fight for this child with her dying breath.
CHAPTER 3
Anxiety filled Blake as he stood on the porch of Ashley’s house. Her mother opened the door and gazed at him with a what in the hell do you want? look.
He’d been a horny teenage boy. Ashley had been a young girl curious about sex and romance. Together they’d lit the back of his car on fire with their passion, but had they created a child together?
“Hi, Mrs. Thomas. Is Ashley home?”
She frowned at him. She’d never liked him dating her daughter and it appeared that nothing had changed. But that could be because he’d gotten Ashley pregnant. If she was the one.
The woman turned from the door, not even speaking to him. “Ashley, you have a visitor.”
Not even being wealthy had changed her mind about him.
He really hadn’t expected to find Ashley here, but hoped her mother would give her the location where she was living. After all, she should be twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old now. Still living at home seemed rather dubious.
But if she were a single mother, maybe there was a reason for her to be at home.
The blonde woman he’d dated when they were in high school came to the door.
“Blake,” she said, her golden brown eyes widening with surprise. “What are you doing?”
What did he say? He glanced inside the house to see if he could see any child paraphernalia. Kids had a lot of stuff. The child would be at least five to six years old. Maybe they were in school.
“Can we talk for a moment,” he said hoping she would invite him in.
“Sure,” she said stepping outside on the porch and shutting the door behind her.
Damn, he couldn’t see inside the house. But her mother hopefully wouldn’t hear their conversation unless she stood just inside listening.
She sank down on the porch steps just like she had when they were teenagers. This was where they sat and talked about their dreams. She’d wanted to go to college and he wondered if she made it.
“You’re still living with your mother,” he said.
She gave a little laugh. “Not for long. I’m getting married next week and I wanted to save some money and also get out from under the lease on my apartment.”
Her brows drew together in a frown. “Are you here to talk me out of marrying John?”
Oh dear.
