“So you admit that the baby is mine?” Jacob demanded.
“Of course,” KC said, as if it made perfect sense under the circumstances.
Jacob stalked closer. “Why would you do this, KC? Was I really so horrible that you refused to let me be a part of—this?”
“That was never the issue, Jacob—”
“Then what was? Because I can’t imagine one big enough that you told yourself it was okay to deceive me. To keep my son a secret from me.”
Her arms crossed over her ribs, pushing those delectable breasts higher in the tank top. Something he shouldn’t notice right now. At all.
“I was afraid,” she said. “Going away just seemed the safest thing until I was sure what to do.”
“Safe? How? What the hell would safety have to do with it? I would never hurt you.”
“I know that, Jacob, but it wasn’t—”
“Fact is, you deprived me of three months of knowing my son,” he choked out. “Not a note, a card or a call. Hell, not even a text. By the way, I’m pregnant.”
He’d made himself available, chased after her like a dog with no sense, and this was what he got for it.
This time, he didn’t stop moving until he loomed over her petite frame. “So now, I’ll have what I want.”
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The Blackstone Heir
Dani Wade
DANI WADE astonished her local librarians as a teenager when she carried home ten books every week—and actually read them all. Now she writes her own characters, who clamor for attention in the midst of the chaos that is her life. Residing in the southern United States with a husband, two kids, two dogs and one grumpy cat, she stays busy until she can closet herself away with her characters once more.
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“Hello, beautiful.”
KC Gatlin heard the bell of a store door as she walked past on the sidewalk, but it simply registered as background noise. That voice, on the other hand, landed like a grenade on her senses. She could still hear the same words, the same deep sigh as she opened her door to him for the first time. Only this time he sounded not just sexy, but surprised.
Turning slowly, she found herself face-to-face with a man she had hoped not to see for many long, long months. The expectation was unrealistic, she knew, considering she once again lived in the same town as his family. The town he came home to visit often. His appearance now marked the approach of sure disaster, even as it brought into sharp focus how much she’d craved a glimpse of his tall runner’s build and the unique blend of blonds in his close-cropped hair.
“Jacob Blackstone,” she said, stalling while her brain struggled to come up with the flirty, easy responses for which she was known. They made her great tips as a waitress and bartender. But now, when she needed flippancy the most, it remained scarce. “What’re you doing here?”
Stupid. There