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384 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published April 1, 2013
Breanne, his eleven-year-old daughter, didn’t even know he was in town yet. He’d put off calling her, telling himself he wanted to make sure his plans were firm before letting her know he’d be around for a few days. But even he wasn’t that good at lying to himself. Not when he had so many conflicting feelings toward his daughter.
And it didn’t matter that she’d seen Neil plenty of times since their breakup. Or that he was a lying bastard who couldn’t be trusted to give an honest report of the weather outside.
His hair, a sandy blond, was shorter than when she’d seen him last, which must have been a year... no, a year and a half ago.
“Because I distinctly remember when she was born—” “Don’t,” he warned roughly. But she was too far gone to stop the words, to stop from reminding him of what he’d said, how he’d acted. “You didn’t call her your daughter then. All she was to you then, all she’s ever been to you, is your greatest mistake.”
She wasn’t beautiful. Would never be in the same league as the models and actresses he dated with their slender bodies and cool blond looks.
Thankfully she’d gotten over her delusions right quick. Having the man of your dreams walk out on you while his baby grew in your belly did that.
The worst times were when his last girlfriend had insisted Bree needed to spend more time with them. As if they were a real family or something.
The man had affairs with models, actresses and pop stars. Did he really think she was so naive that she’d buy his lame attempt at a come-on? That she’d melt in a puddle at his feet? Idiot.
They, more so than his debt to Carl and Gerry or his loyalty to his sister, kept him tied to Shady Grove. To his past. And no matter how hard he tried not to, he resented them for it. For always reminding him of what he’d come from. Of the mistakes he’d made.
The way he’d hurt her all those years ago when he’d called and confessed he’d been unfaithful with some redhead he’d met in a bar.
She couldn’t soften toward him or let her guard down around him just because he’d tossed a few sentimental scraps her way. It was too dangerous, made it too easy to confuse the past with the present. Neil had cheated on her.
He’d abandoned her. Her and Bree. She couldn’t forget that. Wasn’t sure she could ever forgive it.
He hadn’t wanted to make waves, hadn’t wanted to cause problems. Had thought— hoped— that by keeping the peace, it’d make up for hurting her. Would assuage the guilt he’d felt about not wanting to be a father.
“I was at my soccer scrimmage.” He groaned inwardly. Her scrimmage. The one she’d invited him to. The one he’d totally forgotten about. Shit.
And he knew his biggest mistake wasn’t getting Maddie pregnant or sleeping with that redhead.
It was staying away for so long.
And he’d looked for Maddie. Had wanted to share it with her. With the girl he’d left behind. “I’m honored,” Maddie said, her flat tone and crossed arms a good indication that she was lying through her teeth. “Although I am surprised I crossed your mind at all.”
“I loved you,” she repeated. “More than that, I trusted you. And you showed me exactly how you felt about me by screwing someone else.”
Two weeks after Maddie told him, when Neil had gone out with some of the older guys on the team and a slinky redhead five years his senior had come on to him, he’d seen it for what it was. An opportunity. A way to get back his freedom, to push Maddie away, to kill her love for him once and for all.
“You say you loved me, but you didn’t care that I didn’t want to be a father at eighteen, that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be a father ever. You took that choice from me. I had plans, dreams that were important to me, and you wanted me to give them up, to give everything up for you.”
What did you think, that we’d get married and live happily ever after? Her stomach turned. Yes, that was exactly what she’d thought, what she’d hoped would happen. She’d had it all mapped out.
Hell, maybe it was just ego, his desire to have her at his side, devoted to him.
“You don’t sound too happy about it. Then again, you were never happy with our relationship, were you?” she asked, realizing that as she spoke the words, they were true. “You were always searching for a way out. For a way to make it less than what it was.”
Tears clogged her throat. She was an idiot. A fool to fall for him again. And while she couldn’t stop what was in her heart any more than she could stop the world from turning, she sure as hell could be smarter this time. Could protect herself and her daughter.