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flew open. How had he found out? No one knew but Sarah Beth, and she couldn’t believe she’d been so wrong about her.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “It’s there in the paper that you’re pregnant. Are you denying it?” he demanded.
    Michael’s face was livid with anger. She had never seen him so enraged before.
    Parker opened the paper where it was folded back to the society page and a picture of her and Sarah Beth sitting at a table with their heads close together. The caption said. Heiress Parker Montgomery rumored to be pregnant with love child.
    She let the paper fall to the floor and all but collapsed on a chair. Someone had overheard them. What was she going to do now? She hadn’t even contacted Allen or Shane. What if they saw it? She sobered. What were the chances that they read the society pages anyway? Surely not.
    “Are you listening to me? Is it true or not?”
    “It’s none of your business, Michael.”
    “Like hell it’s not! We’re supposed to get married and start our own family. We discussed it on several occasions.”
    “No, Michael, we’re not getting married, and you were the one discussing a family. I told you I wasn’t interested in children right away.”
    He reached down and grabbed her arms with his hands, dragging her to her feet.
    “You’re going to marry me, Parker. That child can be mine. We’ll just tell everyone that we made up, and now we’re getting married.” He shook her. “Do you understand?”
    “Michael, you’re hurting me. Let me go.”
    “Not until you agree to marry me. We still have plenty of time to plan out a decent wedding before that deadline.”
    “That’s what this is all about. You don’t care a thing about me. You just want to get your hands on that money. Well, fuck you, Michael. I’m not marrying you for hell or high water. Let go of me and get out of my home!” Parker tried to jerk her arms away from him.
    “Who is he? Damn it, Parker. I have a right to know who he is!”
    “What is wrong with you? You don’t have any rights where I’m concerned. You lost those when you fucked my best friend in my bed.”
    “That was a mistake. She came on to me, and I was weak. You hadn’t wanted to get married right away. It never should have happened.”
    “It didn’t stop you from continuing to fuck her for the next six weeks! Get out, Michael. Get out now.” She managed to jerk her arms loose from his hands and back away from him.
    “You’re going to regret this, Parker. I’ll smear your name all through the mud if you don’t agree to marry me.”
    “You can’t do a damn thing to me, Michael. Everyone out there already knows what a slut I am. Nothing you can say or do will make it any worse.”
    “What about the baby’s father? What happens when he finds out just how many men you’ve been with? I can pull men from everywhere who will swear they are the father of your baby. Do you think he’ll believe it’s his when you’ve got five other men claiming paternity?”
    “A blood test will prove who the baby’s father is,” she finally whispered.
    “Damage will be done by then. Who wants a slut? They might want custody of their child, but the mother? I don’t think so.”
    “Why are you doing this?”
    “I need that money, Parker. I have several business deals that are contingent on my getting access to it.”
    “Even if I marry you, I’ll never give you control of Montgomery Oil.”
    “All I need is the illusion that I can get to the money if I need it. In fact, if you want out after a year, we can come to a settlement agreement for a divorce.”
    “Get out, Michael.” She walked unsteadily to the door and opened it. “Get out.”
    “Think about it, Parker. I’ll give you twenty-four hours to decide.”

Chapter Seven

    Parker swallowed around the lump in her throat and prayed her breakfast would stay down. She rode by their house again still unable to turn in the drive. Nerves had butterflies winging