Wicked: Sweet Temptation [Wicked Series Book 4] by Lily Graison Page A

Would his own kid think he was just a worthless sperm donor like he thought about his own old man? The thought made him sick.
    “Tell me what to do, Roxy.”
    “Well, that depends,” she said.
    He lifted his head and looked at her. “On what?”
    “On what you want to do?”
    “Meaning?”
    “Meaning, do you want this baby to have your name? Have you thought about what it’ll mean to divorce Faith and move on knowing you’ve left a part of yourself here? Can you walk away from your child and possibly let another man raise it as his own?”
    His head was pounding as each question she asked thundered through his skull. He’d asked himself those very same questions half a dozen times each on his walk through this miserable little town and he didn’t have an answer for any of them. The only thing he knew without a doubt was, every time he thought of Faith, his gut twisted and his chest felt like it would crush under the weight of his need to see her.
    He stood and shook his head. “I don’t have the answers for that right now.”
    “You don’t have to answer them now,” Roxy said. “My suggestion would be to get some sleep, go talk to Faith tomorrow and figure out what you want to do when the time comes.”
    He nodded and walked out of the room, stopping when he stepped out into the foyer. “Which room is mine?”
    “Second floor,” Christian said. “Room four.”
    He headed for the stairs, his steps heavy. He’d wondered most of the day what to do and he wasn’t anywhere close to an answer. The only thing he did know was that he had to talk to Faith. The sooner the better.
    * * * *
    Mick read the numbers off the side of the house and compared them to the piece of paper in his hand Jessi had written Faith’s address on. They matched. He took a deep breath and tossed the paper to the passenger seat and killed the engine of the SUV. He stared out the windshield, trying to get his nerve up to actually walk to the house.
    He’d laid awake most of the night wondering what he should do. The baby complicated everything. It wasn’t just a simple divorce that mattered anymore. It was a life. A life he’d help create and regardless of how useless his own father had been, he didn’t want his kid to grow up hating the man who’d given him life.
    Of course, all of that was months down the road. Now, his problem lay inside the four walls of the small white house on the other side of the street. He turned his head, looking at the house again. Trees shaded the lawn and flowers sprang in a rainbow of color in a sea of green grass.
    He opened the car door and stepped out onto the street, hurrying across the road before he lost his nerve. The thought of seeing Faith again caused his pulse to leap. Meeting her father, the good Reverend, made his stomach cramp and his breakfast threaten to come back up. What do you say to the man whose daughter you married while stone ass drunk and then knocked up?
    Climbing the steps to the porch, he approached the door and lifted his hand to knock. The door opened before he got a chance. The unknown man from the day before, the one he’d seen talking to Adam and Jacob stood just inside the door. He was broad shouldered, with a thick mane of black hair. His eyes were the same shade of green as Faith’s. This had to be another brother. He looked too much like Faith not to be.
    “You’re brave. I’ll give you that.”
    Mick raised an eyebrow and gave him a slight nod of his head. “I think the word you’re looking for here is stupid, not brave.”
    The man grinned. “I was trying to be nice.” He opened the screen door and held it open. “Come on in. I’ll let Faith know you’re here.”
    He entered the house, stopping just inside the door. The living room was brown. The carpet, the walls, the furniture, even the brick on the fireplace. It was like walking into a cave. The only light in the room came from the windows and the open front door.
    The man who’d open the door shut