Page 90 of One Night with the Biker

“I’m sorry.”

“Until the next time.”

“Can I take you for a ride after we leave and we can talk then?”

“I have my car and Ma Siller is cooking a nice dinner for me.” Her words, not mine. “You can follow me there, then I’ll go for a ride with you after we eat. If I’m not too tired. You’ll just have to come back tomorrow, if I am.”

“I won’t be here tomorrow. I’m going on a run for two weeks.”

My heart sinking, I sat up. Reese stood a few feet away, staring at me, as handsome as ever. His gray eyes searched my face.

Before I formed a response, the door opened and Dr. Purdue walked in, followed by Arthel, prompting Reese to finally close the distance between us. Grabbing my hand, he kissed my forehead.

“Are you ready, Ainsley?” Dr. Purdue asked.

Reese’s brows snapped together and he scowled at the doctor. “Who the fuck are you?”

Immediately, his attitude raised my hackles. I shoved aside my fear that he’d go on a run like Roman had and drop out of sight. “My doctor,” I gritted, snatching my hand away, unconcerned about Arthel’s gasp and the doctor’s stiffening. “You know? Identifiable by his lab coat and badge.”

He scowled at me.

“Save it,” I ordered, holding my hand up to ward off his response. “You don’t get to come in here and act like a jackass after ignoring me for days, baby daddy. You didn’t even have the decency to respond to my text. You just left me wondering if you’d show up.”

“Did you just call me baby daddy?”

“Is it not what you are?” I asked sweetly. “And it’s better than sperm donor.”

Swearing under his breath, he clenched his jaw.

“You’re here, Reese. Act like you have sense, respect my doctor and his nurse, or get out. You’re not ruining this moment for me, jerk.”

“It’s my moment, too. This is my first kid.”

I studied my nails. “I can’t tell by your deadbeat behavior, so let’s cue the violins that you’re so put upon.”

He pinned me with a severe look, then glowered at the doctor. “Can we get on with it?”

Dr. Purdue searched my face. “Would you like to proceed with him in the room or should I ask him to leave?”

Reese balled his fists at his sides. “Wait a damn minute. This is my baby, too.”

“ThatI’mcarrying, Reese. You aren’t responsible for it, me, or the bills.”

“Did you even put me down as the father?” he snapped. “Or are you erasing me there as well?”

“Ha. You’ve erased yourself. And, yes, I put you down, although I don’t know anything about your family’s medical history. I needed you here to fill that part out.”

Some of the fight left him and he swore again. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll tell you whatever you need to know. Or I’ll fill out the paperwork myself.”

“Why don’t you do that while I complete Ainsley’s ultrasound?” Dr. Purdue suggested. It was obvious he didn’t want Reese in the room. Not that I blamed him, considering how much of a fuckhead he’d been. “We won’t be long.”

“Is that what you want, Ainsley?” Reese asked, a note of vulnerability creeping into his voice. “You’re right. You’re carrying our baby. It’s about you, not me.”

“I want you here with me.” I didn’t think about my answer; I just blurted my deepest desire. It was an illusion that reality would burst the moment we walked out of this room. For now, I could pretend that his plaintive note really meant he’d lowered his guard enough to truly consider me. “Just behave.”

He gave me a half smile. “As you wish.”

Reese sat on a rolling stool while Arthel had me lift my gown and lower the sheet to reveal my belly. Its flatness disappointed me. By now, I’d hoped to see a bump.

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