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“It’s not as big of a deal as you’re making it out to be. He never legally adopted me.”
“Did we even use protection?” He searched the floor for any used condoms, but there was nothing. Maybe he’d put it in the trash? Surely, he’d disposed of the condom once they’d used it.
His gaze flicked to Emma, pleading with her to tell him they hadn’t been totally reckless.
She bit her lip and winced, fear flashing for the first time in her blue eyes.
His gaze snagged on the red and purple bite marks on her neck. His stomach rolled. Had he hurt her?
“No, we didn’t. Fuck. And I’m not on birth control because I’ve only been with women in the past few years.”
“Aren’t you a lesbian? How could you . . . I mean, we . . .”
She rolled her eyes, and damn it if it didn’t make him want to bend her over his knee and turn that pretty, round ass pink. He shook his head, disgusted at himself for thinking it.
“I’m bisexual. Pansexual if you really want to know. I’m attracted to the person for who they are not their gender.”
“Well, that’s just the fucking cherry on top. I fucked my sister without a condom, and she’s not on birth control.” Panic squeezed his chest tight.
He couldn’t be a dad. He wasn’t ready for that type of commitment, but even more so, he couldn’t father a child with his stepsister. This was also the last thing Emma needed after the shit show going on in the media with her band member going to prison.
She shook her head, anger and pain reflecting in her gaze. “I’ll go to the pharmacy. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to impose on your life any more than I already have.” She grabbed her pants and slipped them on before gathering the leather jacket off the chair and zipping it up as she rushed to the door.
“Em, that isn’t—I didn’t mean it like that. Just give me a damn minute to process this.”
She turned to look at him, her gaze hopeful. “Do you regret last night?”
Yes. Without a doubt. “Don’t you?”
The light in her eyes dimmed as her shoulders slumped. “I’ll be staying at Jasmine’s inn. Let me know what you need from me for the funeral arrangements.”
“Em—” He grabbed her wrist to halt her. Energy hummed along his arm. That hadn’t been there before. It was like finally acting on the forbidden fantasy he’d fought for years had unleashed a tidal wave of emotions.
She turned, casting him a cautious glance.
He sighed. “Let’s keep this between us. We never speak of this again. It’s best for both of us. If word got out . . . Look, I don’t want people to hear about it and start talking.”
She didn’t need the bad press. Papa had told him about the record label warning Emma’s band they could be dropped after Geo’s altercation.
Emma leaned in, so she was only a breath away. A mask of indifference covered her face, making her unreadable. Her gaze turned to ice. “Don’t worry.”
His shoulders relaxed as he sighed in relief. The last thing they needed was this small town knowing how badly he’d fucked up. His father would be so disappointed in him.
“I’m well versed in being fucked over and passed on,” Emma finished before exiting his town house and slamming the door.
Her words socked him in the chest. “Fuck!” He punched the wall, pain lancing up his arm. It was nothing close to the heartache he’d caused Emma.
Protect her, son. She needs you more than you know. His father’s words rang in his head.
What have I done?
5
Emma
Emma ripped open the box and freed the one tiny pill before tossing the container into the garbage outside the pharmacy. She swallowed the tablet dry, hoping it would work and she wouldn’t end up pregnant. I’m not ready to be a mom. Her career had just blown up, her father just died, and the would-be baby daddy made it clear he wanted nothing to do with her. Surely it would work—it was ninety-nine percent effective, after all. In a couple of weeks’ time, she’d be whining about getting her period again.
Emotion clogged her throat—or was that the pill? Emma slipped on the helmet and started her motorcycle. The nice thing about the seacoast was that the winters were milder. There wasn’t even a dusting of snow. But it was a nippy thirty-five degrees.
