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“I am, I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are.”

He laughed, “Damn, I never expected to see you again.” He let his gaze slip down my body and back up, “You’re still looking amazing.”

I frowned. That was rather rude to say in front of a child. I tightened my hold on her hand, hoping to make an exit quickly. It was the next thing out of his mouth that had my knees begin to weaken. “Damn, I should have gotten your number after that night. You were a wildcat. Would have been fun to stay in touch.”

My jaw dropped, “Excuse me?”

He smirked, “What? Don’t tell me you don’t forget that night? Damn, girl, we had a blast.” He paused and then laughed, “Or maybe you don’t remember it. You were pretty wasted.”

“Mommy,” Marisol pulled on my hand, and I suddenly remembered she was beside me. “Mommy, can we go now?”

Maybe Marisol had picked up on my growing anxiety, but it only grew more when he set his sights on her.

“This is your daughter?” He asked and stared at her. “How old is she?”

I finally found my voice, “None of your business.” I started to turn and pull Marisol with me when he grabbed my arm.

“None of my business. It might be my business if she’s my kid.” He growled.

If the floor could have opened and swallowed me at that moment, I would have been grateful. Unfortunately, my luck was not with me that day, and Wes stepped into our conversation.

“What’s going on?”

“Doctor Young, nothing to concern yourself with. I’m just talking to an old friend.” The guy said to Wes.

I shuffled back a few inches when he let go of my arm.

“Charlotte, is this an old friend of yours?” He asked me and I stared into his face begging him to get us away from this guy.

“No, he’s not.”

“Bullshit,” the guy snapped. “And I want to know how old this kid is. If that’s my kid, Charlotte, I should know.”

“Mommy, who is he talking about?”

Before I could speak, Wes reached down and picked up Marisol. “Come here, kiddo. Let’s go find you an ice pop.”

Wes walked away, and I turned to go with him, but the guy wasn’t having that. He grabbed my arm again. I spun on him, getting into his face, hissing. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me again.”

“Is that my daughter?”

“I don’t even know who the hell you are!” I practically shouted at him.

He laughed and shook his head, “Come on, Charlotte, you don’t remember anything from that night? I didn’t give you that much, and you were begging for it after you took it.”

I pulled my arm back to smack him across the face, but my arm was grabbed from behind. “Stop.” A deep male voice spoke from behind me.

He let go of my arm, and stepped in between us, “You two might have some things you need to discuss, but here in the hospital is not the right place.”

Wes was furious, I could see it, and he wouldn’t even look in my direction.

“I want to know the truth, Charlotte.” The guy said.

“Not here. Not now.” Wes growled at him. “Tom, you can do this later, but you are not going to continue this here in the corridor for all the people to see.”

Tom, the voice echoed through my head, and still, I felt no recollection of him. He glared at me, “This is not over, Charlotte. I want to know the truth.”

He spun and took off down the hall. Wes hung his head and then took my arm and pulled me into a room off the side of the hallway. It was a waiting room and unoccupied at the moment.

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