Page 112 of The Ranger
“Really.”
I draw my T-shirt over my face again, then down my chest and...fine, yes, I’m trying to get a reaction out of her.I can’t just give up on the woman I love because she’s scared.She’s going to have to convince me that she doesn’t feel the same.
She swallows, adjusts Zara and then looks up again.“About last night—”
“Yes?”
“I...this.That.”She points to my cock.“I know we’re attracted to one another, but our kid is more important.”
I stare at her.
She thinks this is just about sex?
“You think I want you to stay so I can have sex on tap and my daughter here full-time?”I lift my brows.
She shrugs.
Unbelievable.
“It’s not a terrible deal.I mean, people have gotten married for worse reasons.”Scarlett shrugs again.
Wow.
Fury starts to seep into my veins.After all I’ve fucking done.How open I’ve fucking been.How dare she insult my morals in this way?
I walk across the room, shaking my head.Then turn, bitterness on my tongue when I say, “I wasn’t asking you to marry me, Scarlett.”
Her face pales, and I see the pain in her eyes.
It’s too late.The words have left my lips, and we have both crossed the line of no return.
“Yeah.I know.Don’t worry.I’m very clear what this is.”
Fuck.
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SCARLETT
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IWASN’T ASKING youto marry me, Scarlett.
Wow, just wow.
I suppose a part of me still hanging onto his words at the warehouse.I’m her husband.I knew they weren’t real, but at the time I was pregnant with his baby, terrified and had convinced myself I was in love with him.
Maybe I am.
But I don’t thinkheis, and that’s the problem here.
You think I want you to stay so I can have sex on tap and my daughter here full-time?
I didn’t put those thoughts in his head, so if the shoe fits....
As soon as this North Korean motherfucker is caught, Zara and I need to go home.
