Page 176 of Captivated By Danger

“Diesel,” I choked out.

He pulled the second chair closer to him and tapped it. Easing in the chair, I noticed he was holding a single white rose in his hand, twirling it around.

“Hi,” I whispered.

Although it had only been thirty days, time had been super great to him. He had on a short sleeve shirt, showing his muscles and I swear he looked more cut since the last time I seen him. His facial hair was a little longer, but still not a hair out of place. When he looked at me, he cupped the side of my face and swiped at my tear with his thumb.

“Sup, Babygirl. You look so fucking beautiful.”

I looked down at myself. “This is the dress you bought for our first… date, kinda. You remember?”

“Yes. That color still looks sexy against your skin.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

The waves crashed against the shore.

“What happened to staying away for a year?”

“The baby wasn’t mine.”

My eyes widened. I couldn’t imagine what he was feeling, so I couldn’t say anything. I grabbed his hand, interlocking my fingers with his.

“Apparently, she’d gotten drunk and called her ex over a few days before she was supposed to move in with me. So, yeah. That shit hurt. Even though Rachel is crazy, I was kind of excited to be a father, and it gave me something to look forward to, but then I got the test results and just kind of lost it. I’d never gotten my hopes so far up, only to be let down like that before and shit…it felt like a joke to me. I thought the surgery worked.”

He massaged the bridge of his nose.

“Um… shit,” he sniffed.

“Can you look at me?” I asked him.

He shook his head.

“Please,” I begged.

When he looked at me, I placed the hand I was holding on my stomach.

“But this one is yours, Diesel.”

He squinted. “What?”

“Dymon didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“That the surgery worked. I’m… I’m pregnant. It’s what I called and wanted to talk to you about the other day.”

He stared at me for what felt like forever.

“Do not bullshit me, Greysen.”

“Call Dymon. Him and Quinci saw me at the doctor. Well, I suppose that doesn’t mean anything if you think you’re still sterile, and Rachel’s baby wasn’t yours. I mean, if you want a test, you can because—”

In the middle of me talking, he stood and pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed his back. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent. He smelled so strong and woodsy, if I could explain it that way. He smelled like I’d definitely do a double take if he walked by me. His chest was so strong. I loved that he didn’t care about me ever getting make-up on him.

“Greysen.”

“Hmmm.” I continued to sniff him and rub my hands up and down his back.

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