After she confirmed his suspicions, Dave fought off another
wave of lightheadedness. He was a father—to an apparently
athletic kid with a skittish mama who looked ready to bolt.
Not this time. He stepped closer to her and gripped her
upper arm. “Did you ever plan to tell me?”
She didn’t speak, but her head shook from side to side.
Dave rocked back on his heels. Why didn’t her answer
surprise him? “How could you when you didn’t want to know my
name?”
His fingers tightened as it occurred to him she could
have done it on purpose—used him to get pregnant with no
intention of letting him be a father. He smirked. The man
he’d been five years ago—maybe even five hours ago—would
have been happy with that arrangement. But his boss’
ultimatum changed everything.
Or maybe it just gave him the excuse he’d been looking
for to tame his wild image. Partying had lost most of its
appeal while he sat with his mom in the hospital, pondering
his own mortality. Who, besides Matt and maybe his siblings,
would mourn him when he died?
The blonde, Lin, tried to wriggle out of his grasp. “Let
go! You’re hurting me.”
A stab of guilt had Dave loosening his grip. He wasn’t a
bully. But he wasn’t a pushover, either. “You’re not leaving
without giving me an explanation.”
Her lower lip thrust out, making her look every inch a
schoolgirl. “It wasn’t supposed to happen.”
As young as she looked right this minute, he questioned
whether she had been barely legal that night. She’d sure
acted grown up. “I remember. You said you were on the pill.”
“I was!”
“Then how—”
She didn’t let him finish the question. “It fails
sometimes, okay?”
“Obviously.” Dave willed her to look him in the eye. It’d
give him a hell of a lot more confidence in the tired lines
she was handing him.
He berated himself. How could he expect honesty from a
woman he’d spent less than one night with, five years ago?
She finally raised her chin and met his eyes. “When Lu
told me you played ball, I tried to find you.”
“Not very hard.”
Before she fixed her eyes on his cleats again, shame
dulled her bright green gaze. “Not hard.”
“Would it have taxed that pretty blond head of yours too
much to look at the team roster online, match my face to a
name?”
She looked at him again, and this time, challenge sparked
in her eyes. “You know us blondes—too stupid to figure out
how to work that new-fangled Internet.”
Dave had little trouble quelling the urge to laugh.
Blonde jokes notwithstanding, this situation was about as
unfunny as it could get. He was father to a stranger—and it
was this woman’s fault. “I’m in no mood for jokes.”
“No, I suppose not.” She heaved a sigh. “What’s done is
done and can’t be undone. But we can go on from here.”