Page 107 of Baby Daddy Wanted

“Then you’re not as smart as you look,” she said, folding her arms and leaning a hip against the counter.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

I swallowed, frustrated that a total stranger was forcing me to defend myself. “She wants this,” I said, extending a palm towards the other room. “You can see how much she wants this.”

“All I can see is how much you want each other.”

I clenched jaw. “You’re seeing things.”

“I’m not the blind one here,” she said. “If you don’t love her, fine. But if you do, please tell her.”

Truth was, I didn’t know if I loved her. Didn’t even see the point in thinking about it. It was Daniel’s baby she wanted. Surely that was proof that what we had wasn’t forever. “She bought another man’s sperm.”

“I know,” she said. “And I can only imagine how much that hurts.”

I hated her for guessing that. Because it did hurt. And it was much harder to pretend it didn’t when she was rubbing it in my face.

“But it’s not too late,” she said, her small hand touching my shoulder. “You can still be the hero here if you want. For real. Instead of just for the night.”

“Sorry to disappoint, Brie, but I’m no hero.”

“Don’t you get it?” she asked. “It’s not me you’re disappointing.”

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