Текст книги "Bad Boy's Baby"

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Chapter Fourteen – Jack

Nothing greater than a woman waiting for me outside the locker room.

It would have been better if Leah joined me in the showers, but that would have meant my teammates getting a look at the sexiest girl in the world. And then they would have seen me fucking the ever-loving hell out of her.

It made more sense to take her at home, in the privacy of my bedroom, where her cries for me echoed for my ears only.

Leah struggled with her blouse. Only a month into the pregnancy and her tits already swelled and looked both ridiculous and sexy on her. Of course, they embarrassed her. It excited me. This woman was beautiful, especially knowing it was my fault her body shifted, softened, and, in some places, deliciously plumped.

I told her I couldn’t wait to see her get a bump from the kid. Leah wasn’t so thrilled. She made me swear to keep the pregnancy on the DL until we were ready to formally announce.

“When’s your plane leave?” I asked.

She waved me close with a finger so she could redo my tie, earning a few knowing smirks from my teammates heading out for the evening. “Soon. I have to go now.”

I grimaced. The tie choked me. She finished, but I loosened it immediately.

“Come on, Kiss. I hate this thing. Why can’t I just wear normal clothes?”

“Unless you’re in a jersey, I want you looking like you’re ready to give a presidential address.”

“Hard to get these layers off.”

She smiled. “Good. I’m going out of town. Those pants should stay on, Mr. Carson.”

If she had asked, they’d have dropped in an instant to take her again. “You sure you gotta go?”

“This is a fundraiser in LA for some very important political candidates. They want to secure movie deals for the city.” She couldn’t hide her excitement. Over the past few weeks, I decided I didn’t want her hiding anything from me. Ever. “I think this could be the second client that I maintain. Jolene trusts me to woo these people.”

“Don’t woo them too much.”

“You afraid of a little woo?”

“Afraid of you woo-hooing.”

“You jealous?” She grinned.

I kissed her. “I gotta watch out for two of you now.”

She liked that. “The only thing we need to fear is that I’ll throw up on their shoes. Believe me, between the morning sickness and flying, I’m going to be a mess.”

I tensed. “You better be careful.”

“I am.”

“I want you to stay safe. Especially since you’re—”

She hushed me as the locker room door opened and a handful of players walked out, slapping my shoulder and complimenting the suit and the woman who picked it out.

“Don’t say it,” she said. “It’s still our secret.”

“You know I’m no good at secrets.”

“You better be good with this one.” She poked my chest. “Just for another couple weeks. Now wish me luck.”

“Why?” I crossed my arms. “So you can go get a client that takes up more of your time than me? No, ma’am. I’m your number one trouble-maker.”

“Not something to be proud of, Jack.”

“Speak for yourself.” I winked. “Maybe I like keeping you on your toes.”

“I gotta go.”

“Like you on your knees more.”

“Jack.”

“On your back…”

She smiled despite her better judgment—pretty sure I was the destruction of all her judgment.

“Enough.”

“Come here, woman.” I tugged her close. “I want a kiss goodbye.”

“And if I say no?”

“You’re gonna be gone all weekend. Leave me something so I don’t miss you.”

Leah’s eyes widened. My reaction shocked me too. I had been fucking the woman because I couldn’t keep my hands off of her curves, imagining how she’d grow for me and how sexy it was that I got her pregnant. But I hadn’t admitted to wishing she’d stay in my bed for any other reason but sex.

But, damn it. I would miss her.

She was fun.

Kept me entertained.

Straightened me out if only because I was a slave to the slit between her legs.

She wasn’t bad at dinner conversation either. And she had decent taste in movies and music. She also liked to sit in the pool while I did my laps.

And she was soft as fuck to hold, keep in my bed, and wake up to in the morning.

She was the only woman I ever woke up with.

Leah was dangerous territory for me, but I wasn’t ready to retreat yet.

I threaded my fingers in hers and pulled her close. She rewarded me with a shy smile as I kissed her, long and deep, even while a few of my teammates sauntered out of the locker room and hooted. She tugged away with an adorable embarrassment, hiding her eyes from the other players.

“I’ll see you Monday morning.” She pointed at me. “Stay out of trouble.”

“Maybe.”

She huffed. “I’m serious.”

“What could I possibly do while you’re gone?”

She left me with a timid wave. “That’s what I’ve been asking myself all morning.”

“You have no faith in me.”

“Prove me wrong.”

“There’s no fun in that.”

She sauntered out of the door, wagging that beautiful ass. I expected the hand clapped on my shoulder. At least Bryon knew to wait until Leah left before hanging around me.

“That bitch don’t like me,” Bryon snorted. “What’d I do to her?”

“Don’t call her a bitch.” I knocked his hand away and buttoned my suit. “Maybe getting arrested for sexual assault gave her the wrong idea.”

“They released me.”

“And how much is that civil suit gonna be?”

“Man, what the hell is with you?” Bryon frowned. “This girl gets all up on you, and suddenly you’re not chasing pussy, you’re becoming one.”

“Just chasing the right one.”

“And how long do you think that’ll last?”

I hadn’t thought about it, but I let myself hope. Probably more than I should have. I doubted Leah had fit Jack “Trouble-Maker” Carson into her life plan.

Hopefully she’d tolerate Jack “Baby-Maker” Carson instead.

For a long time.

I wasn’t used to thinking of woman as something other than disposable. And I wasn’t sure what the hell I was feeling when I looked at her, saw her, felt her. I watched her fucking sleep in the morning.

And since we found out about the pregnancy?

The sex was unreal. More than a celebration, better than that first time I buried myself in her and unloaded jet after jet of my seed. She knew me now, and she anticipated what I liked and what I needed. I never had a woman actually care enough to learn.

Christ, I was sorry to see her leave for the weekend. I hated being alone. Hated being without her.

“Dude, it’s Friday, we gotta go out,” Bryon said. “Get out of that damn suit and let’s kick it.”

“And piss off Leah? Yeah, right.”

I couldn’t ignore her only request. She knew what she was doing. Leah was the only reason the league hadn’t suspended me for breaking that journalist’s camera on that first date we went on. I paid him ten grand to stay the hell away from me, and that was good enough.

“You gonna let that woman pussy-whip you?” Bryon nudged me. “You ain’t dating her. Don’t feed me that bullshit. Dude, I was with you that night you almost scored with three horny little sluts. You telling me you were in a relationship when you set them in your lap?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Either you’re banging her exclusively, or you’re fucking around the town.” He shrugged. “And you know what you rather be doing.”

Maybe once I did. Now I wasn’t so sure. I liked what I had with Leah, difficult and strange as it was. And, God, did I love sheathing in that woman knowing full well what she hid in her tummy.

“Look.” I lowered my voice and pushed him back. “Gotta tell you something. Don’t freak out.”

“Oh, Christ. What the fuck did you do now?”

I couldn’t hide my smile. “She’s pregnant.”

Bryon smacked a hand against the wall. “Goddamn it, fool. You know better than that. Wrap that goddamned prick you…fucking prick.” He exhaled. “You fronting her the money for an abortion?”

Jesus fuck, the thought paralyzed me. “Christ, it was intentional. We meant to have a baby.”

“Oh…” Bryon blinked. “Why?”

Wasn’t about to get into that. “Because we wanted it. I wanted it.”

“A baby?”

“Yeah.”

“With that sexy little chocolate kiss?”

“Yeah.”

Bryon grinned. “And you knocked her up?”

“Got her on the first cycle.”

“That’s my boy!” Bryon grabbed me, pulling me into a hug and slapping my shoulder. He pushed me into the locker room and hollered for our usual gang to drop what they were doing. “Me and my boy here are gonna go out and celebrate his latest T&A. Who’s with us?”

Goddamn it. This wasn’t good. I nudged him. “We’re not announcing yet. It’s like…early or something. Women don’t talk this shit before a certain time.”

“That’s cool, that’s cool.” Bryon pointed to me. “We just taking our Play-Maker out on the town. Been a while. Pack it up, we going.” He lowered his voice. “You girl ain’t cutting off your balls now that she got a kid outta you?”

I clenched my jaw. “No.”

“Then what she don’t know won’t hurt her. We get a drink, toast to your successful nut, and everyone can tuck safe and sound in their beds with a slut of their choice. Except you, Daddy.” Bryon cackled to himself. “You got yourself a baby-momma to hold your leash now.”

Too bad I liked letting Leah have that lead.

I shouldn’t have followed, but it had been a long week. I wasn’t looking forward to going to an empty house. Always hated the quiet, and I kicked my ass at practice. If I even looked at the pool I’d probably drown.

I missed heading out too. Leah was fun, but music and lights, loads of people begging for my attention? I couldn’t resist it. What could it hurt? Wasn’t like I was gonna hook up with anyone. Hell, I stopped hunting pussy because I didn’t want anyone else. I wasn’t done exploring everything Leah had to offer yet.

And since her body would be changing for the better part of a year? I’d have a lot to explore. I planned to have eight more months of fun with my baby-momma.

More, once the kid came.

So one night out wasn’t bad. A drink, some music, a few laughs. It was just a way to blow off steam.

I agreed.

I drove myself to our bar of choice, but I didn’t make it inside with the guys. My phone buzzed instead.

My agent with bad news—as always.

No new negotiations opened. The Rivets’ general manager didn’t even return his call.

Now I really needed a night out.

Christ, what else did I have to do to prove to the team I was committed?

I slammed the door to my car and stalked inside. The rest of my team shouted and waved me from our private room. The waitresses drew straws to see who would have to serve us tonight. The one fresh out of college, Mary or Beth or something like that, pulled the short one. She groaned and grabbed a tray just to take our order.

Then used it as a shield to cover herself while Bryon’s hand curled up her shorts.

I slapped his head and told him to pick from one of the girls sitting at the bar. They had waited for his arrival. Bryon had them on fucking speed dial, and I hoped to God he hadn’t paid them to show.

“No contract yet.” I took a sip from my beer and crushed a handful of pretzels. The bar was dim, but the waitresses groaned as a pitcher of beer tipped when two of my offensive guards decided to arm wrestle. “They don’t fucking want me.”

Bryon slapped the waitress’s ass. “Keep on dressing in suits and taking Miss Respectability places, and you’ll get that hundred million.”

“Yeah. It’s not about the money.”

“Of course it’s about the money.”

“It’s about the respect.”

I pitched the pretzels away. The beer bottle would have been next had it not jostled against the table and spilled all over me. Bryon separated the guards after the arm wrestling devolved into a near fist-fight.

“They don’t respect me.” The beer soaked through my shirt. I swore. “Think they can jerk me around. They think I’m trouble, just like her.”

“Who?”

“Kiss.”

“Your girl?” Bryon laughed. “Dude, she got you so whipped you can’t even see straight. She’s the reason you can’t get respect. You’re Jack Mother-Fucking Carson. You don’t apologize for taking three sluts home. You don’t dress in prissy-ass suits and pretend you’re some high-class wannabe. You gotta be yourself to get any respect. If they know they can make you grovel…” Bryon ordered me another beer to replace the one soaking into my suit. “Fuck dude, you might as well castrate yourself.”

He had a point. Of course, it completely countered Leah’s school of thought.

But not like playing by the rules got me anywhere. I was entering into the last year of my contract for a team who expected me to lead them beyond a championship and into a dynasty. But the bastards didn’t even offer to extend the terms. If I ate a sack, broke an arm, and was out for the season, fuck me. That was it. No one had a reason to sign me the following year if they thought I’d be damaged.

The linemen were drunk already. They beat the pinball machine in the corner. It ate their quarter, and, apparently, that deserved two boots through the side of the machine. A fist pounded on top of the glass. The waitress hurried over to ask if they needed help.

I saw it happening, but I was too slow to stop it.

One of my men picked her up by the waist, sat her on the pinball machine. He grinned at her.

“Hey, baby. Game’s broken. How about if I twist your buttons tonight?”

“Let go of me!” She slapped him. “Now!”

I shouted to my lineman, but some knight-in-shining armor hopped up from the bar and crashed into the private room. He called to my linemen, but he was just some college-aged punk who really should have looked to see who the fuck he was harassing.

I hopped from the table as the swearing started.

“Lay off her, man!” The kid charged.

I pushed him away. Both of my linemen roared. I yelled, but unless I was in a uniform in front of eighty thousand screaming fans, they couldn’t give a damn what I said when pussy was on the line.

I threw my weight at both three hundred pound men, but it wasn’t my teammates I should have avoided. Served me right trying to prevent them from pummeling the asshole.

The douche heaved a punch aimed for one of the guys.

He missed.

He clocked me in the cheek, narrowly missing my nose but crunching everything else valuable I liked on my face. I took a lot of hits harder than that, but usually I was in full pads. I staggered a bit, swearing. I didn’t have time to stop the rest of my team from charging.

In seconds the bar delved into chaos.

And, within minutes, flashing lights and sirens raged into the parking lot.

I hoped Leah had a long flight. This bullshit wasn’t gonna look good for me.

Neither would the handcuffs slapped over my wrist.

Chapter Fifteen – Leah

The airport made me sick.

The flight made me sick.

Worrying about getting sick made me sick.

Just about the only thing that didn’t make me sick was three thousand miles away back at home. For some reason, the morning sickness faded when I tucked into Jack’s arms.

I wasn’t about to face the consequences of that little revelation. I suffered enough emotions and feelings and confusion when he touched me without actually needing his embrace to survive an upset stomach.

Still, Jack wasn’t as nice as a ginger ale and some saltines. Our flight was direct but took forever. They served a dinner that didn’t agree with me or the baby. Jolene’s gloopy spaghetti was bad enough, but the Salisbury steak they tried to give me almost ended up in her lap as I darted to the bathroom again.

I had no idea how long she’d think it was the flu, but I hoped I could cover for a bit longer. The baby was exciting, absolutely the greatest secret I had ever kept, but damn…it was hard to manage the little goober, the father goober, and this new potential deal. Everything was riding on this meeting, and an unwedded mother’s morning sickness would not sign contracts if they found out.

Fortunately, we had our own hotel rooms. Jolene checked into hers while I camped out in the bathroom. I leaned on the tub and contemplated either a cold shower or an ice cream sundae. I just wished I could snuggle under the blankets where the nausea and jet lag couldn’t get me. But Jolene ordered me to go over the details once more before we met our prospective clients for breakfast.

It wasn’t a glamorous job—yet. But maybe once we helped to present a deal that’d give the studios tax breaks for filming in Ironwood, I could finagle a part as an extra in some fun action movie.

Except…I’d probably be pregnant.

Really, really pregnant.

I cupped my stomach, a greeting to the little one I hid. Jack had tucked a rattle inside my carry-on. It wasn’t a great find with my boss at my side, but it was too cute—a sponsored Rivets toy painted with Jack’s number.

If the baby could just keep a low profile and let me make it through the breakfast tomorrow, we’d be good. But it was Jack’s baby, and he certainly didn’t know the meaning of low profile.

My phone buzzed. I groaned and checked the text.

Jolene’s text was practically seething. I was sick before I finished reading it.

Jack Carson was ARRESTED at a bar fight tonight

“Son of a—”

I washed my face and tried to hide the flush of morning-sickness as she pounded on my door. I let her in. She grabbed the remote without a word and flipped to the sports channels.

There he was.

Clear as day.

My baby’s father, the ultimate Jack-ass.

He stood outside a police station, surrounded by his asshole teammates and the media. Jack didn’t have his agent, his lawyer, or me there to answer his questions.

“What the hell is he doing?” I sunk onto the bed. “I told him to stay at home!”

The live feed probably had a television delay. Even if I had a chance, he wouldn’t hear my call. I resisted the urge to toss the phone. I didn’t have the arm strength to heave it three thousand miles to knock him in the head.

Jack faced the media and flashed his usual arrogant smirk when he thought people over-reacted. No remorse in his voice, no apologies. Just straight-up cocky charm that wouldn’t win over anyone.

It had only been a couple hours. How did he get arrested in a few hours?

And why did he have a black-eye?

Jack spoke, waving away a question from a reporter. The motion was condescending, not disarming. He had the social skills of a drunken toddler.

“Look, everyone.” He spoke, and the crowd hushed. Jolene cranked the volume up. “It was a misunderstanding.”

“Jack, shut up, shut up, shut up...” I repeatedly called his phone and prayed I wouldn’t throw up. “Just shut up.”

“We were out having a good time, just celebrating, things got out of hand. No charges were filed. Everything’s fine. Calm your asses down.”

“Oh, God.” I lowered my head into my hands.

Jolene stared at me, her arms crossed. “Do you have any idea what he’s done? The league is going to expel him for sure. You were supposed to be watching him!”

“I am watching him.”

“And the first night you’re out of town, he goes out looking for women?”

The thought clenched my chest. Now I would be sick. “No. He wouldn’t do that.”

“Do you really trust him?”

Jolene’s phone buzzed and beeped and chimed. It set my nerves on edge. Who knew what sort of information she was getting, but I had to defend him.

“I do trust him,” I said. “I just don’t trust him to keep his mouth shut when I should be the one talking for him.”

The impromptu press conference pissed Jack off, but he refused to push through the crowd. I knew he did it for me. The last thing we needed was anyone else accusing him of breaking cameras or causing more trouble. The media pressed tighter. His temper snapped.

A reporter tossed a microphone in his face. “Why were you out partying tonight, Jack?”

Jack grimaced. “We weren’t partying. We were just out for a few hours.”

“What about the fight, Jack?”

He shrugged. “Just a misunderstanding. It’s okay. No problems.”

Another reporter crashed into his side. “How’d you get the black-eye, Jack?”

“Wrong place, wrong time.”

“Thought the coach and league told you not to go out anymore?”

His patience wore out. “I’m a grown fucking man.”

The station didn’t bleep it in time. I groaned. There was another apology he’d hate to make.

“I can go where I want, when I want,” he continued. “I don’t need league approval when I want to go out with a group of friends to celebrate.”

“This is bad…” Jolene bit her nails. She broke into the mini-fridge and offered me a small bottle of alcohol. I took it before I realized what I did. She didn’t watch, and I rested it on the bed beside me. “He needs to get out of there.”

The reporters closed the gap he tried to sneak through. “What were you celebrating, Jack?”

The irritation and stress cracked him. He wove through the crowd of reporters and forced an exit. The question repeated five or six times from different outlets before he made it to the car and a police officer held the crowd back. Finally he turned, offering the media vultures a cold smile.

“I was out celebrating because I’m going to be a father. You all ruined the night. Thanks.”

Oh.

God.

No.

The remote slipped from Jolene’s hand. She whipped around to stare at me, grabbing the alcohol bottle from the bed. She downed both.

“He’s…” She covered her face. “You’re…”

I wasn’t about to explain the how or why. I couldn’t, especially now that our little secret had given us something better than whatever relationship we constructed for his reputation.

I nodded and looked down. “It’s…still early.”

“You’ve been sick for two weeks.” Her words trailed off.  “Oh, Leah. How could this happen?”

“It’s okay.”

“You had your life planned.”

“Really, it’s okay. We can handle it.”

“You can.” She pointed to the television. “This man can’t. Do you have any idea how this is going to look?”

“He’s thrilled about the baby, Jolene.”

“He’s a cocky son of a bitch who only cares about himself. And he’s gotten you in trouble.”

“That’s not true. He’s very attentive and caring and he’s so excited—”

“That’s because you still look like a twig. For Christ’s sake, Jack Carson is known for wild parties with multiple women, not to mention the alcohol and fights. He’s not a man who settles down. You know this. He’s a playboy. He’s a womanizer.”

“He’s not that bad. He’s very sweet and charming and he—”

“And he’s our biggest client. The state representatives and Hollywood producers downstairs won’t think we’re a reputable agency if my assistant is getting knocked up by our other clients!” 

“Jolene—”

“Hell, maybe they’ll think it’s a perk! Who else are you willing to sleep with to get business?”

“Jolene!”

She exhaled, apologizing with a shake of her head. “Leah, this…this is too much. Are you marrying this man?”

My stomach heaved. “I…no.”

“Why not?”

It wasn’t part of the deal. “Why should we?”

“Because you’re having his child. You’re the baggage of a public figure. You’re…” She hesitated. “You were the future of this company. I trusted you to be rational and responsible; someone to partner with me once you learned your way. I can’t have my assistant sleeping with clients and getting pregnant.”

“I can manage it all.”

“No, you can’t. You deal with PR problems like this every day. We can’t spin this. It looks bad for our agency.”

“It won’t be a problem.”

“It already is. I’d hoped we could contain Jack while this fling passed, but we can’t. Leah, I need you to either marry this man and make it right or end it with him to let the impropriety pass.”

I blinked. I didn’t like either option. “I…I’m not marrying him. And we’re not breaking up. I mean…things are…”

Better than ever.

Like a real relationship.

Building to something neither of us expected.

The thought of not going to bed with Jack at night, not having his touch on my skin, not hearing those gentle words when he praised me for carrying his baby?

It broke a heart I never meant to give to Jack.

Jolene sensed it. She nodded, turning off the television as the live cast ended and shifted to an ecstatic Ainsley Ruport listing all of Jack’s current controversies and issues.

Jolene lowered her voice. She couldn’t look at me.

“I have to let you go then, Leah.”

“…What?”

“I’m sorry.”

A long moment passed where I didn’t understand what happened.

Let me go?

I couldn’t respond. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up. Jolene spoke to me from the doorway, but I didn’t hear much. She offered to expense my flight back to Ironfield and said she’d mail my things from the office.

The door closed.

My stomach heaved until I had nothing left inside me but the baby.

She left, and I collapsed on the bed. Tears stung my eyes. I silenced the call from Jack. The phone buzzed and buzzed until I shut it off.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

First Wyatt broke off the engagement, and I lost a full year mourning a man I didn’t love. I finally had an opportunity to secure the career I needed, and now?

Gone.

Ruined.

I had no marriage. No job.

And a baby on the way.

My life unraveled string by string until I tangled myself in my own expectations and misery. I didn’t bother making the arrangements through Jolene’s office. I took my suitcase and called for a cab myself. It was a lonely ride, but I managed to buy a plane ticket on the way. The cost made me cry. I depleted some of my savings for a flight that wasn’t direct, had a three hour layover, and trapped me against the window and nowhere near the bathroom.

Humility was about as bitter as morning sickness.

I didn’t sleep on the first flight. The second was delayed. I spent most of the layover sick and exhausted. I just wanted to curl in a bed and rest.

But not just any bed.

Jack’s bed.

And I wanted him there. Holding me. Kissing me. Comforting me.

But I couldn’t expect it from that damn playboy. He wasn’t my boyfriend, and I had no idea if I could depend on him as a friend. He owed me one hell of an explanation.

And if he wanted to be a part of the baby’s life, he owed me more than that.

Like an apology. A pledge that I could trust him. Some reason that I should let the baby near the fiend once he or she was born.

We landed before daybreak. I took a taxi directly to Jack’s house, suffering even more as I calculated what I had in savings for rent, food, and now…

Baby supplies. Doctor’s appointments.

Everything.

Jack opened the door before I knocked. He hadn’t slept, and he looked as sick as me.

“Christ, Kiss. I was terrified! I thought something happened to you!”

Jack tried to hug me. I stopped him with a raised palm.

He took the hint, but he grabbed my luggage and tossed it inside. Then he nearly carried me to the couch. Tears prickled my eyes as he knelt at my feet.

I couldn’t tug my hands away. He kissed my fingers and dared to apologize.

“The fight wasn’t my fault. I just went out for an hour. It wasn’t…” His voice faded as he wiped a tear from my cheek I hadn’t meant to shed. “I wasn’t meeting women. It wasn’t a party.”

“The report said you smelled like beer.”

“It spilled on me. I tried to break up the fight.”

I pointed to his black-eye. “You did a terrible job.”

“It was an accident. No charges filed. No problem. Everything worked out.”

“…You told the world I was pregnant.”

He nodded. “I wasn’t thinking. But it’s okay. It worked. I already talked to Coach Thompson. He…”

Cut him? Fined him? Benched him?

“He congratulated me.”

That wasn’t happy news. I hated the thought that it was all a PR stunt.

Jack met my gaze. “And the headline? A couple of papers are leading with the pregnancy, saying we were out celebrating when some other guy caused trouble.” He grinned. “For once, I wasn’t the guy starting trouble! We did it, Kiss. It’s okay.”

I needed to throw up. I forced myself to stay still.

“Jolene fired me tonight.”

Jack’s grin turned to a scowl, as though Jolene were the one who sucker-punched him. “Fuck. Why the hell would she fire you?”

“It didn’t look good for the future partner of her agency to be impregnated by her main client.”

“What?”

“She thought it’d either look like I was irresponsible, or like I’d sleep with anyone to get their business.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No.” My voice hardened. “It’s not fair. This is your fault, Jack. I had a plan to announce the pregnancy. A plan you ruined. You shouted it to anyone who would listen to get yourself out of jail.”

“Not true.”

“You’re out of control, Jack.” I pushed away from him. “You used the baby to get out of trouble.”

He held his arms out. “That was the reason we had it.”

Oh, God.

I didn’t think anything could hurt worse than the humiliation of getting fired.

This was agony.

Was I that big of an idiot?

“That was a bad reason to have a baby.” I couldn’t scream, couldn’t yell. I just fell numb and exhausted and into a state of sheer disbelief. “I love this baby, Jack. I want him! I want to raise a child and be a mother and experience that joy.”

“You don’t think I want to be a father?”

I shook my head. “You want whatever benefits you. So you can do as you like without any consequence. I can’t save you, Jack. Nothing we do, no stories we leak, nothing will ever help you shed this selfish image. It’s not PR that hurts you. It’s yourself.”

“Kiss.”

“You need to decide if you can be a real man, or if you want to run around like a child, pouting when you don’t get your way.”

“Kiss—”

I couldn’t handle the nickname. I nearly covered my ears.

My heart broke with each passing second, and I had no idea how much longer I could endure the stare of a man who hurt me so much.

“I defended you!” I said. “I told Jolene you were a good man, sweet and caring. And now this?” My voice dropped. “You don’t even care about the baby.”

One step too far.

Jack got angry.

Really angry.

His expression darkened, and I swear he shifted, seething with strength and pulsing with rage. He grabbed my hand, ignoring me as I resisted him pulling me to the stairs.

Jack wound me in his arms when I dared to fight. Profanity did nothing. I pounded on his shoulder, but he was too strong to care what I did. I expected him to drop me at the bedroom with an order to pack my things.

Instead, he plunked me in the hall before the unused bedroom. He kicked the door open.

And a nursery erupted in light.

Jack stood behind me, his voice unshaken.

“I’ve been working on this the nights you weren’t staying here. It’s not done yet.”

My stomach flipped.

The room painted in soft yellow with brand new, top-of-the-line and designer equipment tucked inside. He filled it with cribs and changing tables, dressers and rocking chairs, mobiles and enough pillows, blankets, and plush animals that the baby would never touch the carpet when he or she learned to walk.

Rivets decals plastered on the walls, and Jack rummaged through a drawer already full of onesies. He pulled one out, showing me the little, custom-made baby outfit with the Rivets’ logo and his number on the back.