A Bravo Christmas Reunion. Christine Rimmer

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СКАЧАТЬ and the second drink was finished. So was he. He set the glass down and stood. “I can see you’re okay. That’s good. You have a great life.” He headed for the door.

      “Marcus. Wait—”

      But he wasn’t listening. Four long strides and he reached the door.

      As he yanked the door open, she called again, “Damn it, Marcus!” He shut the door behind him. Ignoring the sound of her calling after him, he made for the stairs, taking them two at a time, his throat tight and his chest aching.

      In under a minute, he was across the central courtyard of her apartment complex, out the wrought-iron gate to the street and behind the wheel of his rented Lexus. He stuck the key in the ignition and turned it over. The engine purred.

      But he didn’t pull out into traffic. Instead, he flopped back in the seat and stared blindly at the dark windshield, seeing not the night beyond, but Hayley staring back at him through solemn eyes. Hayley, coming toward him with that second drink he’d demanded, her huge stomach leading the way.

      She hadn’t been wearing a wedding ring.

      He sat up straighter. She’d quit her job as his assistant and left him in…May. Seven months ago.

      In his mind’s eye, he saw her answering the door again, her hand on her stomach. Her beach-ball-size stomach.

      Marcus was no expert on pregnancy. But didn’t she look further along than seven months? Really, she looked to him to be almost ready to have the kid…

      His heart slammed into his breastbone and his stomach rolled as the world seemed to tip on its axis.

      No ring on her ring finger. And the husband. He wasn’t there because…

      There was no husband.

      Marcus yanked the key from the ignition and got out of the car. He raced across the sidewalk and up the three stone steps to the gate.

      Which was locked.

      He swore, a harsh oath, though there was no one but the night to hear him. Earlier, he’d lucked out and slipped in behind a couple too busy groping each other to notice they had company as they entered the complex. Not this time. He stood at the gate alone. Muttering another bad word, he punched the button that went with Hayley’s apartment number.

      She answered immediately, as if she’d been waiting by the receiver for him to finally add two and two and come up with four. “Marcus.”

      “Is it mine?”

      By way of answer, she buzzed him in.

      She was waiting in her open doorway when he reached the top of the stairs. Waiting in silence. No Christmas music now.

      He asked, low, “Well?”

      And she nodded. Slowly. Deliberately.

      “And the husband?” he demanded. When she frowned as if puzzled, he clarified. “Is there a husband?”

      Her head went back and forth. No husband.

      He stared at her. He had absolutely zero idea what to do or say next.

      She gestured for him to come in. Moving on autopilot, he reentered her apartment. She indicated the blue couch. So he went over there and lowered his strangely numb body onto the cushions again.

      He watched as she reclaimed the blue chair, those ringless pale hands of hers gripping the chair arms. His gaze was hopelessly drawn to her belly. He tried to get his mind around the bizarre reality that she had his baby in there.

      His baby. His…

      “Oh, Marcus,” she said in a small voice at last. “I’m so—”

      He cut her off by showing her the flat of his palm. “You knew, didn’t you, when you left me? That’s why you left me. Because of the baby.”

      She shook her head.

      “What?” he demanded. “You’re telling me you didn’t know you were pregnant when you walked out on me?”

      “I knew. All right? I knew.” She pushed on the chair arms, as if she meant to rise. “Do we have to—?”

      “Yeah. We do.”

      She sank back to the chair. “This is totally unnecessary. Really. I’m not expecting anything of you.”

      “Just answer me. Did you leave me because you got pregnant?”

      “Sort of.”

      “Damn it. Either you did, or you didn’t.”

      She shut those shining eyes and sucked in a slow breath. When she looked at him again, she spoke with deliberate care. “I left because you didn’t love me and you didn’t want to marry me and you’d already told me, when we started in together, you made it so perfectly clear, that you would never get married again and you would never have children. I felt guilty, okay? For messing up and getting pregnant. But still, I wanted this baby. And that meant I couldn’t see it as anything but a losing proposition to hang around in Seattle waiting for you to feel responsible for me and this child I’m having, even though you didn’t want me and you don’t want a kid. It was lose-lose, as far as I could see. So I came home.”

      Her tone really grated on him. As if she was so noble, just walking away, telling him nothing. As if, somehow, he was the one in the wrong here. “You should have told me before you walked out on me. I had a damn right to know.”

      Spots of color stained her pale cheeks. She straightened her shoulders. “Of course I planned to tell you.”

      “When?”

      She glanced away. “It’s…arranged.”

      “Arranged.” He repeated the word. It made no sense to him. “Telling me I’m going to be a father is something you needed to arrange?”

      She let go of the chair arms just long enough to throw up both hands. Then she slapped them down again. Hard. “Look. I was stressed over it, all right? I admit I didn’t want to face you. But I have it set up so you would have known.”

      “You have it…set up?”

      “Isn’t that what I just said?”

      “Set up for when?”

      “As soon as the baby’s born. You were going to know then.”

      “You were planning to…call me from the hospital?”

      She swallowed. “Uh. Not exactly.”

      “Damn it, Hayley.” He glared at her.

      She curved a hand under her belly and snapped to her feet. “Come with me.”

      He stayed where he was and demanded, “Come where?”

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