first. Simply looked at her. Noted all the changes and all the things that had stayed the same through the years. Suddenly he couldnât think of anything to say.
âDo you want a glass of wine?â Her voice was husky, sweet, and it sent shivers up his spine even as he told himself how stupid he was to respond to her. Sheâd lied to him, hadâ
âNo, thanks. Iâm driving.â
âThatâs right. Youâre a cop now. A law-abiding citizen. Iâm having a hard time reconciling the new you with the guy I used to know.â
âI was always a law-abiding citizen. I only liked to pretend otherwise.â
âI remember.â She took a sip of her wine.
âYou look good,â he said.
âL.A. agrees with me. Certainly more than Prospect ever did.â
Memories stretched between them, hanging on the silence like apples on a tree, ripe for the picking. He chose to ignore them, to walk past as though he wasnât suddenly starving for a taste of them. Of her.
âHis nameâs Luke,â she said quietly, when the silence got to be too much for both of them. âItâs short for Lucas.â
âThatâs a nice name.â
âI think so. It was my neighborâs, when I first moved to L.A. He helped me get settled, learn my way around. He even drove me to the hospital and waited while Luke was born. I donât know what I would have done without him.â
The anger surged, burning so hotly and brightly that he couldnât think past it. âYou could have come to me. You could have told me you were pregnant with our child. Then I would have been the one to be there, to help you.â
âIs that how you remember it?â she asked offhandedly, as if his answer meant nothing to her.
âThatâs how it would have been. I would have been with you every step of the wayââ
âIs that so? Because the way I remember it is, I told you I was pregnant with your child and you called me a whoreâright before you tossed me out of your house.â
âYou were sleeping with my best friend, with half the guys on the football team. How the hell was I supposed to believe the kid you were carrying was mine?â
âI wasnât sleeping with half the football team. I wasnât sleeping with anyone but you. Only you didnâtwant to believe that. Any more than you wanted to accept that youâd gotten me pregnant.
âAccepting responsibility for that act would have meant you couldnât live the perfect life mapped out for you. The one that mommy and daddy wanted you to live. The one that didnât include the slutty girl from the wrong side of the river.â
She was breathing hard by the time she finished, her chest rising and falling with each harsh inhalation. He probably shouldnât be cheered by that fact, but it made him feel better to know that she wasnât nearly as calm about this whole thing as she pretended to be.
He didnât answer for a minute, instead turning to stare into the inky blackness that surrounded the house. Looking at her brought back too many memories, including ones of how badly heâd treated her nine years before.
But he wasnât ready to deal with those memories yetâor the words she had just flung at him. Didnât know if heâd ever be ready now that he knew sheâd kept his child from him. How easy would it have been for her to return after his son was born and force him to see her and their child? No, he wasnât going to let her turn this around. She could have played things way differently all those years ago.
âLook,â he said, âI know your past is somethingyouâre ashamed of, but you canât rewrite history toââ
She stood. âGet out of here.â
âWhat?â he asked, rising slowly so that they were face to face. Or, in this case, face to chest, since he stood about six inches taller than she
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