by Alice Ward
I turned my head to look across the rows of seats, to where Jagger’s little head still bobbed. “He’s a good kid. You said he’s five?”
“Yes.” The word was like air leaking out of her lungs.
The hesitation was like a slap to my face. Just like that, I saw what I’d been missing in this whole conversation.
Brown hair and eyes.
The dimple.
His name. The one I’d always loved.
How could I have been so stupid? How could I have not seen what was right in front of me? Could it be…?
My voice shook as I let out my carefully chosen words. “When did you say his birthday was?”
Skye turned away, her hands pushing into her hair. “I’ve got to go.”
I grabbed her arm, my fingers sinking into her smooth flesh, turning her until she was facing me again. She didn’t pull away and I noticed the gooseflesh rise underneath my fingers. I waited until she looked up at me again. “Skye, when is Jagger’s birthday?”
The first tear fell, and I knew.
“February,” Skye whispered, but the word was unnecessary. The word rung out around us and hit my heart like a bullet.
Skye rubbed her eyebrows. “Jake...”
“February,” I repeated, this time in a stronger voice. “Skye.” I swallowed hard, wanting to run from the answer I already knew. “Who’s Jagger’s father?”
The second tear fell, followed by another, then more. She looked around, then down at the floor as if she wished it would open up and swallow her.
“Skye.”
She shook her head violently, her fingers moving to her temples again. “We can’t talk about this here.”
“Skye. Who… is… Jagger’s… father?”
Her eyes locked on mine, and all movement stopped. She exhaled, and the fear and hesitation seemed to blow out with the breath. She inhaled, and the panicked look was replaced by one of strength and decisiveness. “Tonight. Can you meet me tonight?”
I stumbled over my words. “Yes, I… yeah. But Skye...”
“Just meet me tonight, Jake. Eight o’clock. There’s a bar called Solitaire.”
“I know it.”
“Meet me there?” She gave me one long, hard look. “Please. Meet me there, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I promise.”
Before I could answer, she turned and hurried away. I stayed where I was, my feet feeling like they were sealed to the concrete. In just twenty minutes, my entire world had been more than turned upside down.
It had been blown to pieces.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Alice Ward is the bestselling author of dozens of hot and steamy contemporary romances. She’s an amazingly prolific writer, releasing a new book almost every single month. Her books are widely read, especially by women and any other lovers of the romance genre. My Stepbrother, My Lover, was her first smash hit.
Alice has been in love with love since she was a little girl. She had quite the collection of Barbie dolls growing up and spent much of her playtime crafting the perfect Barbie wedding day (and when she wasn’t doing that, she was working on attempting the perfect cartwheel).
When Alice outgrew Barbie dolls, she began to write her thoughts down in her diary. This was how she discovered that she had a knack for telling romantic stories. Her first fans were her close girlfriends, and her stories were a hit among them. They, along with her family, enthusiastically encouraged her love for writing.
Alice now lives in Miami with her wonderful, hunky husband. The beach is her all-time favorite place to relax with her laptop and write. When she needs a break from writing (and when no one’s looking) she loves thumbing through celebrity gossip magazines. It’s her guilty pleasure.
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