One Perfect Night. Teresa Southwick
remembered their perfect evening from what felt like a lifetime ago. Then, as now, this big and masculine man had made her small, girly house seem even more girly, but it hadn’t diminished his masculinity. He was in the same dark suit she’d seen earlier at work, but the top button of his white dress shirt was undone and his red tie was loosened. There were lines of stress and fatigue on his face and he’d passed a five o’clock shadow several hours ago. There was something so manly and endearing about him, and the look tugged at her heart. Already she was beginning to regret letting him in.
“So—” He slid his hands into his pockets. “Are you going to close the door?”
“You don’t want the neighbors to hear what you have to say?”
“Only if it would help.”
“That depends on what your goal is,” she said.
“Like I said today at the hospital, I want another chance with you.”
Julie had never had the same instant connection to a guy as she had with Ben, but he had hurt her. Giving him an opportunity to do it again wasn’t especially smart. But oh, how she missed him.
How could it hurt for him to say whatever it was before she asked him to leave? It was unlikely he could tell her anything that would make a difference.
“Tell me why I should—in twenty-five words or less.”
He nodded and took a deep breath. “The baby isn’t mine.”
Those were the only four words in the dictionary that could have made Julie shut the door and listen to what he had to say.
The day after he’d had the most perfect date with Julie, Ben’s ex-girlfriend had told him she was pregnant. And that the baby could be his.
He couldn’t ask Julie to deal with his baggage from another relationship, not when theirs was so new. It had ripped his heart out to put things on hold, but he had to be fair to her. He hadn’t told Julie more than the basics then. It was time to give her the whole story. “I knew things weren’t working with my ex and it needed to end. Then I found her with another guy, and I broke it off with her for good.”
“Until she told you she was pregnant and you might be the father of her baby.”
“Yeah, but it was unlikely I was the father.” He willed her to believe him.
“I see.”
“No, you don’t. She was eight months pregnant when she dropped the bombshell.” He heard the bitter ring in his voice, and knew he was angry because Julie had been collateral damage of the hell his ex had put him through.
“Took her time, didn’t she?”
Ben figured Penny had never intended to tell him at all. Her plan was to live happily ever after with the guy who’d replaced him. But the jerk hadn’t lived up to her expectations and she’d gone to Plan B, the old boyfriend.
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