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My plan was to walk into the party, and tell him I was pregnant.
He wasn’t supposed to accuse me of getting knocked up by someone else in Paris. And I wasn’t supposed to let my hot head get the best of me and tell him the baby wasn’t his.

A knock at her door sent her heart to her throat. Maybe Trace had gotten his head on straight and was coming over to apologize. He’d better have an apology on those sexy lips, or he’d be kissing his way back out the door.

She pulled the door open, and there he stood, Stetson firmly in place, looking hot as ever, except for the anger in his eyes as he barreled forward, pushing her backward with his massive chest. So much for an apology.

His dark eyes shifted as they passed the bedroom, and his jaw clenched. He smelled rugged and manly as he set those angry eyes on her and fumed, “Where is he?”

“Not here,” she lied as her back met the wall.

“Do you love the prick?” he seethed, his big body hulking over her.

Yes, more than anything, was on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t like the way he was yelling at her. “Why does it matter? Why do you care?”

He ground his teeth together, and Lord help her because his muscular thighs pressed against her, and his body heat ignited her traitorous hormones. Despite how angry she was, she wanted to tear off his filthy clothes and get lost in him the way she always had.

“Because I’m your…” His eyes searched hers, and she saw him struggling with his words.

“You’re my what, Trace? What exactly are you?”

He put his hands beside her head on the wall, boxing her in as his dark eyes drilled into her. But he didn’t have an answer, and that hurt even more than if he’d just said he was her friend, and more rebellion poured out.

“He was just looking for a good time,” she said spitefully.

His eyes dropped to her belly. “What kind of guy leaves a woman to deal with a baby on her own?” he growled, his chest heaving against hers. “I don’t want a kid right now, but I’d do right by you no matter what. The guy needs his a*s kicked.”

Trace didn’t want a child right now. She was stupid to think you’d want theirs. She struggled to keep those emotions in check, but the hurt broke free anyway. “That’s just what every woman wants. Someone to stand by her out of duty, not love.”

His eyes narrowed. “Damn it, Brindle. Answer the question. Where is he? I want to see the guy face-to-face.”

She lifted her chin, willing herself to say, Look in a mirror, but all that came out was, “Let it go, Trace.”

His fingers curled tighter over her hips, and he touched his forehead to hers, his hat brushing the top of her head. “I can’t,” he said in a low voice full of emotion, sending rivers of heat skating beneath her skin.

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