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And he’s almost definitely discovered my secret.
I send Landon a quick text and then approach warily.
I’m furious, ready to fight, but there isn’t anything I can do to stop this.He’s here.He sees the baby and is already out of the SUV, staring at me intently.
Son of a bitch.
“What.The.Fuck.”I approach Daniil and Marcus, who are side by side next to the SUV.“Did you seriously follow me home after I asked you not to—and then stalk me the last few days?”I figure going in on the offensive is my only move at this point, because it’s going to go bad no matter what.
“Is he mine?”Daniil asks without preamble.
“Excuse me?”I glare at him.
“Is.He.Mine.”He enunciates each word as he stares down at Micah.
“Who?”That’s a ridiculous question, but I’m anxious to delay the inevitable.Give Landon time to wake up and come outside.
“Don’t play coy.”
“Did you follow me home the other night?”I demand, ignoring him.
“Answer the question.”
“You first.”I point a finger at him.“I asked you very nicely to leave me alone.And then you followed me or had me followed.Now you think you can storm into my home and demand answers to questions I shouldn’t have to answer?”I feel like the worst kind of hypocrite, but I don’t know what to do.Fear and anxiety and anger are spinning together in my gut, bile rising in the back of my throat.
“The child in the stroller is no more than six months old,” he continues as if I hadn’t said anything.“I can do backward math.That dates back to the last time we slept together.So, I’m going to ask you one more time—is he mine?”
“Or what?”I snap defiantly.“You going to put me in front of a firing squad?Sic your Protector buddies on me?What happens if I don’t answer, Daniil?”
A look of surprise flashes in his eyes before he blows out a frustrated breath.“No, none ofthosethings were in my plans.I was, however, thinking more along the lines of getting a court order for a paternity test.”
I’m pretty sure I’m going to puke.
Fuck.
The only thing worse than puking is puking in front of the guy you used to sleep with who’s about to figure out that you gave birth to a child he knows nothing about.
“What the hell are you doing here?”Landon comes out of the house looking tousled, but I can see the outline of his gun beneath his T-shirt.“You saw her at the club.You knew she was okay.Why did you have to push it?”
“Apparently, I had averygood reason.”He motions to Micah.Then he turns back to me, his face a mask of barely contained fury.“Is he mine?”
This isn’t how I envisioned telling him.I never wanted to, but I knew eventually I would have to.I definitely didn’t imagine it like this.
The bile in my throat is threatening to come up and I clap a hand over my mouth as I race into the house, pushing past Landon as I whisper, “Watch the baby!”
I barely make it to the powder room before the contents of my stomach come right back up, and I mentally curse myself for being weak.
“Court.”Landon is behind me, Micah in his arms.“You okay?”
“Do I look okay?”
“Come on, it’s going to be all right.You know I won’t let anything happen to you or Micah.”
I don’t reply, merely turn on the tap so I can splash some water on my face.I look like hell, but it’s time to face the music.
This is going to suck.
I square my shoulders, take Micah from Landon, and walk into the living room where Daniil is pacing and Marcus is sitting on the arm of the couch.
