Page 79 of Accidental Mile High Daddy
His brown eyes clashed with mine. “I need to speak to Matt.”
“He’s not here,” I bit out, pushing him back with a hand to his chest, guiding him backward out the door, and healmostfought me on it,almostpushed against me, until his eyes dropped.
My shirt was tight. There was no hiding it.
And his eyeszeroedin on my stomach.
“Jesus,” he rasped, a scowl rippling across his features. “What the fuck?”
I shut the door behind me, trapping him on the porch and shielding Zach’s ears from whatever words he wanted to spew. “Are you really going to pretend you care and make a big deal out of this or do you want to leave?”
His lip curled just a little as he took another step back, blinking at my stomach before dragging his gaze back up to my eyes. “Neither. I need to speak to Matt,” he repeated.
“Okay, well, as I said,he’s not here. So, if you need money, call him.”
“I tried.”
I slipped my phone out of my pocket and checked the time, doing the mental math quickly. “It’s, like, seven in the morning for him right now,” I said, trying to keep my patience. “He’s probably just waking up.”
His nose scrunched. “Where is he?”
“Tokyo. Which you would know if you cared in the slightest and didn’t just want to speak to him to get paid.”
He stared at me for a moment, something simmering in his eyes that I couldn’t quite place. “You think that’s why I’m here?”
I rolled my eyes. “Is there another reason? Did you just come up with it?”
“Wow,” he murmured, his tongue pressing into his top teeth. He dodged my questions entirely. “How much money has he given you?”
I recoiled, just a hair. “What?”
“Clearly, he’s buttered you up enough to believe him.”
“He hasn’tbuttered me up,” I snapped.
Ryan leaned against the pillar on the porch, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t tell me getting pregnant was enough to sway you.”
“I believed him before I even found out.”
“Gullible, Sienna,” he mocked. “So, fucking gullible.”
“Yeah. Iwas, when I was with you.” I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to ignore howweirdthat felt now with something to almost rest them on. “Last I checked, Matt hasn’t cheated on me with my best friend while pretending to love me, so forgive me if I find him far more believable.”
“Yet.”
“Yet?”
A ripple ofsomethingentirely unreadable flickered across his face before smoothing out. “How do you think Matt ended up with the kid?”
I frowned, trying to conjure up anything Matt had told me about it. The air around us thickened, heavy and brutal, like a storm about to snap. “He said he’s had Zach since he was six months old,” I said slowly. “But it’s not your place?—”
Ryan huffed a laugh, dry and half-removed. “Is that what he told you?”
My arms tightened instinctively.
“His exgavehim full custody, Si. Handed Zane?—”
“—Zach—”
