Hidden (Stolen, Book Two) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Ella London Page B

seeing those when she came to visit.”
    He had a sister?
    “You have a sister?”
    “Older. She lives in Cali with her husband. He’s a hot-shot environmental attorney who sues celebrities when they don’t follow the water restrictions. He’s kind of a prick but he loves his job, which I guess goes hand in hand.”
    She was buying a basketful of pregnancy tests with a man she knew nothing about. God, she could be starring in some stupid romantic comedy, but the fact was, the real thing wasn’t funny at all. Those movies wrapped up in neat little ninety minutes bows, but this was her life . Possibly the life of someone else too.
    The reality was, she knew very little about Ethan Wentworth. He vacationed in Tahiti. He raced cars. His family was mortal enemies with her family.
    Oh, and he was easy on the eyes and he knew how to rock her world. Everything needed to have a child together. She shook her head, sighed, and glanced over at him.
    He watched her with one eyebrow cocked up and the corner of his lips lifted in a grin. She was lost for a second. Would their baby have his gorgeous blue eyes?
    The sound of her own mental slap echoed in her head. What the hell was she doing? Once the test came back negative, she was almost sure that he’d disappear. Between the shit with their fathers and a pregnancy scare when they weren’t even in a relationship, yeah, Harper could practically see the dust trail behind his feet.
    “Ready?” she asked, reality making her voice a little low.
    Ethan cupped her cheek. “Everything okay?”
    A short laugh escaped before she could stop it. She dropped her gaze to his basket and blew out a breath. “Do you really want me to answer that question?”
    “Look, whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. I’m here Harper, okay?”
    He looked so sincere that she nodded. He had no idea how much it meant to her to hear him say that. After the scandal with her father broke, almost everyone she thought were friends had abandoned her. She could count on one finger the ones who still answered their phones when she called.
    “Thank you.” Her gaze tangled up in his and she hoped that he could see how much she meant it. He took another small step closer and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. She should not be turned on in the vitamin aisle of a drugstore but Ethan’s stare was only fanning the flames.
    His gaze dropped down and he ran his thumb over her lip, pulling it free from her teeth. Her breath lodged in her throat. He made her entire body come alive with just a touch and it was everything she could do not to dart her tongue out and run it over the tip of his thumb.
    He crowded closer, the heat from his body radiating down to her bones. When he slid his hand around to cup the back of her neck, she bit back a groan. It didn’t help that she had a very recent memory of just how good he could make her feel. His eyes darkened and she watched the hunger inside them grow.
    Heat pooled between her legs and she let out a soft, breathy moan. If he wanted to bend her over the display of playground balls, she wouldn’t argue.
    “Fuck, Harper,” he growled. “This is…”
    Before he could finish talking, his phone started singing We are the Champions and with a deep sigh, he pulled away. “Sorry, it’s my father’s ringtone. I need to take this.” He took a few steps and turned his back as he answered. “Yeah?” His shoulders stiffened. “What the fuck does that mean?” His knuckles turned white around the handle of the basket he was still holding. “So what now?” His voice had gone hard. Cold. “Yeah, let me know what you need me to do.”
    He pulled the phone from his ear and his hand dropped to his side. He stood there, tense and not turning around.
    “Everything okay?” she asked, a terrible feeling sinking into her stomach.
    When he finally turned around, his eyes were like ice. He was scowling at her and she took a step back. That look, the same dislike that he’d