I'm happy here, Tate. I'll let you know when the baby comes," she added quietly. "Certainly, you'll have access to him any time you like."
Doors were closing. Walls were going up around her. He clenched his teeth together in impotent fury.
"I want you," he said forcefully, which was not at all what he wanted to say.
"I don't want you," she replied, lying through her teeth. She wasn't about to become an obligation again. She even smiled. "Thanks for coming to see about me. I'll phone Leta when she and Matt come home from Nassau."
"They're already home," he said flatly. "I've been to make peace with them."
"Have you?" She smiled gently. "I'm glad. I'm so glad. It broke Leta's heart that you wouldn't speak to her."
"What do you think it's going to do to her when she hears that you won't marry the father of your child?"
She gaped at him. "She…knows?"
"They both know, Cecily," he returned. "They were looking forward to making a fuss over you." He turned toward the door, bristling with hurt pride and rejection. "You can call my mother and tell her yourself that you aren't coming back. Then you can live here alone in the middle of 'blizzard country,; and I wish you well." He turned at the door with his black eyes flashing. "As for me, hell will freeze over before I come near you again!"
He went out and slammed the door. Cecily stared after him with her heart in her throat. Why was he so angry that she'd relieved him of any obligations about the baby? He couldn't want her for herself. If he had, if he'd had any real feeling for her, he'd have married her years ago. It was only the baby.
She let the tears rush down her face again with pure misery as she heard the four-wheel drive roar out of the driveway and accelerate down the road. She hoped he didn't run over anybody. Her hand went to her stomach and she remembered with anguish the look on his face when he'd put his big, strong hand over his child. She'd sent him away for the sake of his own happiness, didn't he know that? She supposed it was just hurt pride that had caused his outburst. But she wished he hadn't come. It would be so much harder to live here now that she could see him in this house, in these rooms, and be haunted by the memory of him all over again. He wouldn't come back. She'd burned her bridges. There was no way to rebuild them.
Doors were closing. Walls were going up around her. He clenched his teeth together in impotent fury.
"I want you," he said forcefully, which was not at all what he wanted to say.
"I don't want you," she replied, lying through her teeth. She wasn't about to become an obligation again. She even smiled. "Thanks for coming to see about me. I'll phone Leta when she and Matt come home from Nassau."
"They're already home," he said flatly. "I've been to make peace with them."
"Have you?" She smiled gently. "I'm glad. I'm so glad. It broke Leta's heart that you wouldn't speak to her."
"What do you think it's going to do to her when she hears that you won't marry the father of your child?"
She gaped at him. "She…knows?"
"They both know, Cecily," he returned. "They were looking forward to making a fuss over you." He turned toward the door, bristling with hurt pride and rejection. "You can call my mother and tell her yourself that you aren't coming back. Then you can live here alone in the middle of 'blizzard country,; and I wish you well." He turned at the door with his black eyes flashing. "As for me, hell will freeze over before I come near you again!"
He went out and slammed the door. Cecily stared after him with her heart in her throat. Why was he so angry that she'd relieved him of any obligations about the baby? He couldn't want her for herself. If he had, if he'd had any real feeling for her, he'd have married her years ago. It was only the baby.
She let the tears rush down her face again with pure misery as she heard the four-wheel drive roar out of the driveway and accelerate down the road. She hoped he didn't run over anybody. Her hand went to her stomach and she remembered with anguish the look on his face when he'd put his big, strong hand over his child. She'd sent him away for the sake of his own happiness, didn't he know that? She supposed it was just hurt pride that had caused his outburst. But she wished he hadn't come. It would be so much harder to live here now that she could see him in this house, in these rooms, and be haunted by the memory of him all over again. He wouldn't come back. She'd burned her bridges. There was no way to rebuild them.
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