Page 59 of Luna

Knowing whether someone actually cared about me wasn’t something that money made it easier to find out.

After we got back to Luna’s cottage, I told them all I had a work trip. I’d only be gone for a couple of days.

I hated to leave Luna, but if there was any chance Dante was being an idiot for different reasons, I owed it to Luna to make sure. She deserved to have everything her heart desired.

She wanted Dante, so I could do that for her. I could make sure he was truly a terrible person, and then she could move on.

I left early the next day. It didn’t take much work, just a lot of money, to find out where Dante was staying in Vegas.

I pulled up in my rental car, the hot desert heat a slap in the face. I’d gotten used to the steady California breeze in the short month we’d been there.

His place was set in a nice set of condos, clean and well kept, but not flamboyant.

I’d expected flashy. Expensive. Garish even.

I knocked on the door twice, before stepping back. Was this pushy and possibly stalker behavior? Probably, but I didn’t care. Luna deserved the world, and if it was remotely within my power to give it to her, I would commit worse crimes to make it happen.

The door opened, revealing Dante. I’d half-expected a butler or maid.

He looked like hell. His curly black hair was messy, and he had circles dark enough under his eyes to look like bruises. His warm brown skin was shallow, and his rumpled t-shirt and jeans looked like he’d slept in them for days.

Good. Let the jerk suffer.

Dante frowned and blinked at me for a moment. His eyes narrowed, but before he could slam the door in my face, I held up the sonogram.

“You’ve missed almost four months, asshole.” I pointed at the black and white picture in my hand. “We were talking baby names and nursery themes yesterday.”

Dante’s face softened and then crumbled. “No.”

I couldn’t tell what he was saying no to. “She is very definitely pregnant.”

“There was some other alpha—”

“Seriously?” I snorted. “That’s what you’ve been telling yourself? Halos is a kitten. And she got pregnant when she was in Vegas.”

“If she wants money—” Dante started again.

I brutally cut him off. “I’m loaded. Oil family. We’re gonna buy another house, renovate her cute little cottage, and the baby has a trust fund already. What’s your next excuse?”

Dante stared at me with a haunted look on his face. He stepped back and gestured for me to come inside.

Progress. I stepped inside his condo, pleased that it only smelled like him. It was a nice place, with tasteful furniture and shelves full of books. There was a massive entertainment center and a video game console, but mostly it looked like he lived by himself and spent time alone here.

It didn’t match up with the showboat entertainer image at all.

I glanced around. The coffee table had a pile of books on it, everything from chemistry to illusions.

A books on lasers sat on the top, and I realized with a jolt it was the book Quinn had mentioned.

Dante dropped down onto the couch and scrubbed his hand across his face. “I don’t know, Colton.”

I sat down, crossing my arms across my chest. “I’ll leave if you’re not interested. If you don’t want to be a dad, that’s fine. I won’t tell Luna I was here.”

He looked forlorn at that. “She doesn’t know you’re here?”

“No. I assumed you were gonna break her heart again and she doesn’t need that stress right now.”

Dante sat up immediately, looking worried. “Is she okay? I mean, healthy? Complications?”

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