As soon as she told him about the baby, he’d no longer feel that freedom.
She knew all too well what a bitter pill the news was to swallow.
She couldn’t tell him.
But she had to. It wasn’t her place to make decisions for him. She knew she’d keep the kid, but that didn’t mean he had to be part of it. If he wanted to opt out completely, she’d give him that option.
She had grown up without a dad. Lots of people grew up without dads.
A giant ball formed in her throat. She had never planned to have a fatherless child.
“Actually, Ben, we should get together. To talk.”
His smile nearly consumed his face, almost making her want to smile back.
“Coffee? Tomorrow?” As the words left her mouth, she wondered if coffee was on the no-no list for pregnant women.
She had so much to learn.
“Tequila. Tonight.”
His low, husky voice flowed through her, stoking her libido and numbing her to the world. His presence must have chased away the nausea. For the first time in many days, she felt like a woman and not some dumbass who had missed her period.
“I’m on the wagon,” she said, licking her dry lips, imagining his tongue running over them instead.
“We don’t need alcohol. Just some time alone.”
Hell, they didn’t even need time alone. The festivities were in full uproar, music playing, people cheering. And she was ready to raise her skirt, lower her pantyhose, and let him do things to her that he could do best.
She shuddered at the thought.
Focus. Think. Behave appropriately.
She was going to be somebody’s mother. She had to learn to control her dirty impulses.
Placing her hand on his chest—and working harder than she had ever worked in her life to control the desire to rip his shirt off when she felt his pecs flex under her fingertips—she did the opposite of what she wanted to do. She pushed him away.
Remembering who she was, she straightened her dress, smiled, and told him to call her in the morning.
“Hold on—you haven’t given me your real number yet.”
“Guess you’ll have to find it.”
And then she walked away, smiling sweetly as she passed the blonde who glared at her from the bar.
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