Page 46 of Saving Grace

“Me neither,” Millie murmured.

Matt glared at the other woman before leveling his gaze at me. “You’re coming with me. No arguments. You’re carrying the first ES offspring and that puts you at risk in more ways than you can imagine.”

“That certainly changes the game,” Millie confirmed. “Why didn’t you mention this earlier?”

“Enhanced Soldiers are not something you want to talk about freely in an ER waiting room,” Matt defended.

“There’s that, although I think you just came up with that excuse just now,” the diner owner said.

His smirk confirmed Millie’s suspicion. “That’s settled then. You’re with me, Grace.”

“What happened to Kyra?” I asked as Matt helped me into his pickup truck.

“Jealous?”

I bristled. “Like you, I don’t have time for bullshit. Nor do I have time for a cheater.”

He slammed the door and took his time rounding the front of the vehicle before getting into the driver’s side. Starting the car, he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Cheating would imply we’re in a relationship,” he said after a while. “Are we?”

My cheeks burned in embarrassment. “I thought …” I looked out the window, staring into the night and blinked back tears that burned the back of my eyes. “Never mind. My mistake.”

“I’m not in a relationship with Kyra.”

“You don’t have to explain—”

“Let’s cut the crap, shall we?” he said. “You want to know if I had sex with Kyra when I took her home.”

“It’s none of my business.”

Matt cursed so violently that my eyes snapped to his face in time to catch him shooting me a glare. “You better make it your goddamned business, because I’m claiming you and the baby.”

“And I don’t have any say in this?” I asked incredulously.

His hands gripped the steering wheel. “Damn right, you don’t. I gave you space and look what happened. You got hurt. I should have been with you. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

“So why did you leave with Kyra?”

Matt sighed heavily. “She needed help with her car.”

I gave a disbelieving sound.

“Look, I’m not denying that she’d been trying to get me back into her bed.”

“So, you’ve slept with her before?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.

I stiffened, not liking what I’d heard, but I couldn’t really blame him for his past sex life.

“This was before us,” he told me softly. “I haven’t touched another woman since you breezed back into town last year.”

“You haven’t?” I whispered.

“Believe me, I tried,” he laughed in self-derision. “But I couldn’t bring myself to touch someone else when all my dick wanted to fuck was you.”

“Wow, you’re so charming,” I said with sarcasm. Then I remembered his parting words from that morning. “Are you sure I’m worth the trouble now?”

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