Page 181 of The Billionaire's Secret
"Why don’t you stay with Summer and Sinclair—?" she asks.
"And risk running into him?" I straighten my shoulders, "Okay, I know that’s being a coward, but right now, I’d rather stay as far away from him as possible.’
"You mean cooped up inside here, drowning in your own thoughts?"
"What would you have me do?"
"Let me help you," she glares at me.
"You have." I sag against the sofa, "You know, I couldn’t have come this far without you. It’s thanks to you that I found this apartment to house-sit for the next year… and within walking distance of the hospital too.
She shuffles her feet, "Seriously, it’s not a big deal." She waves a hand in the air, "I wish you could tell Saint about the child."
"You haven’t heard him speak about how much he hates kids."
"That’s only until he realizes you are about to have his." She plonks her palms on her hips. "A man like him will do anything to protect his own flesh and blood."
"He sure did a slap-up job of taking care of me."
"Only because you hid things from him."
"What about the secrets he held back from me?"
"Did you ask him about it?"
"I did," I swallow. "He didn’t want to reveal them to me. We have no common meeting ground."
"Except one," she, once more, looks down at my belly.
I redden, "Seriously?"
"Marriages have been built on less, and the sexual chemistry between the two of you is clearly off the charts. I mean, you’re pregnant with his child."
"No kidding."
"So, you’re going to give up on the two of you?"
"He’s the one who gave up on me."
"Give him one last chance?"
"No."
She throws her hands up in the air, "You’re so stubborn."
"Guess that’s how I’ve gotten through the shit life has thrown at me, huh?"
"You sure you won’t let me come to the hospital with you?"
I shake my head. "It’s a routine check-up, I’ll be fine."
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Saint
"You’re a dickhead."
Weston’s voice comes through loud and clear over the phone.
