Page 74 of Accidental Baby Daddy

I saw Lexie head outside for a break and decided to get some fresh air myself. I found her sitting on a crate in the alley, breathing out slow, long breaths.

“You all right?”

“Fine,” she said, looking up at me with a smile. “Just tired.”

“It’s already been a long night.”

She groaned. “And it’s not even close to over.”

“We’re going to make it through,” I promised her. She stood, smiling softly up at me.

God, I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to kiss the trail of freckles along her nose, down her jawline, her neck.

“Lexie,” I whispered. She tilted her head up slightly and I took the opportunity to kiss her, leaning down, pressing my mouth to hers.

Lexie relaxed against me, her hands going to my chest, but she didn’t push me away, making my heart soar.

“Boss!” Krista called, her eyes widening when she caught me and Lexie making out in the alley. “Oops. Sorry to interrupt, but I need another few bottles of Tito’s for this party.”

I hurried inside, my face flushed, to crack open the liquor cabinet and get her what she needed. I couldn’t believe I’d let Krista catch us. I was definitely going to have to explain to her that she couldn’t say a word about it.

But why couldn’t she? Didn’t I want the whole world toknow? I wanted Lexie Tripp to be mine, and I wasn’t ashamed of that. Not anymore.

I missed Lexie coming back inside, losing track of her for another hour while we were all busy working. I was busy helping Krista pour drinks when I finally caught sight of Lexie, her head thrown back, laughing at something a customer had said.

It wasn’t until I got closer that I recognized the customer—Tristan.

My blood turned to ice in my veins. It was later in the night, and everyone seemed to be in the process of leaving, but not Tristan. She had her hand on his arm, and it suddenly felt like I was back in time, back to when my father told me that Lexie and Tristan had something going on.

My blood had run cold then, too.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice cracking.

“Don’t you think they spend too much time together?”

“They’re friends,” I said, defending them, but my father looked me right in the eye.

“I caught them," he said. "Kissing out on the terrace on the fourth of July.”

“No,” I breathed. “You didn’t. She wouldn’t.”

My father shrugged. “I just can’t stand seeing my son being a pushover in my own house.”

My breath had become short and I’d taken off, looking for Tristan and Lexie.

That was it. That was the moment that had ruined all my hopes and dreams for any future with Lexie.

I didn’t think, I just stalked across the bar and grabbed Tristan’s arm, yanking him away from her.

“Oliver,” he said quietly. “We were just talking.”

That was exactly what he’d said that day years ago.

“Just talking, huh? Talking about what? About how you betrayed me?”

“Stop it!” Lexie nearly screamed, and Tristan and I both looked over at her, shocked. “Stop it, Oliver. I don’t need to be stressed like this.” She paused, breathing hard. “I’m pregnant. It’s bad for the baby.”

It’s bad for thewhat?

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