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320 pages, Paperback
First published July 5, 2014

AMAZONShannon doesn’t stop kissing me so I can only assume either she didn’t hear the knock or is ignoring the interruption and wants me to do the same.
I try to get back into the kiss but give up when whoever’s on the other side of the door refuses to go away, the knocks sharper, harder, more impatient sounding.
I gently push Shannon away and off my lap. “I got to get that,” I mumble, two beers away from being officially drunk, a condition I’m probably a little too familiar with for my own good. I’m a responsible drunk though. I never drink and drive.
“Who is it?” she asks, her blue eyes dulled by her own alcohol consumption.
“I don’t know,” I grunt and push to my feet.
I leave her on the couch pouting. This is the second time we’ve hung out. No sex yet. Thought I’d seal the deal tonight.
It’s Mitch Aaron Kingsley, my ex, and Brianna’s worthless, no-good, biological father.
“I am not giving up my parental rights.” I certainly can’t make myself any clearer than that.
For a few seconds, I get the feeling I just shocked her. But then she says, “What does it matter to you? It’s not as if you’re exercising them. It’s not as if you’re even a part of her life.”
“How do you know she’s yours? I thought you needed a paternity test to prove you’re her father?”
Beneath his tan, a blush stains high on his cheekbones. “I know she’s mine,” he states, his voice low and rough. If he were a child, he’d be squirming in his seat. Instead he glances away.
“Please, Paige, I want to have a relationship with her.”
“Relationship?” I hiss the word, finding his use of it offensive. “You mean one as strong as the one we had?”
“Say what you want about a lot of things, but we had a good relationship before you got pregnant,” he says, sounding pretty adamant about that.
Yeah, before I forgot to tell him we needed to use a condom when he surprised me by coming home that one night during spring break last year. Our relationship certainly didn’t survive my mistake.
Don’t trust him with anything of value, especially your heart, pumpkin. Mommy had to learn that the hard way.
Yeah, I hope you’re getting the message loud and clear, jerk. I’m not the same girl you left high and dry. I’m not the same girl you dated for three years, the same girl who hung on your every word. That girl had your baby without you and was forced to grow up real fast.
No, it isn’t too late for Brianna, thank God. But it’s definitely too late for Paige. Not that I want to start anything romantic back up with her. I don’t.
Figures he’d come back when I’ve reached a place in my life where it doesn’t hurt to think about him and what he did. I’m finally over him, you know? I’ve moved on with my life. Now he’s going to screw everything up.
He opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off at the pass. “You know it would serve you right if the reason she rejected you is because she’s smart enough to know who truly loves her. She knows that the one man who is supposed to love her turned his back on her even before she’d taken her first breath.”
“I’m not going back to Warwick. I’m going to transfer to a university here so I can be near Brianna—be a permanent part of her life.”
“Oh really? Then why didn’t you come when you say you wanted to see her? Why did you wait all this time?”
He sits up straight and stares me in the eye. “You want the truth, Paige? I didn’t come home because of you.”
But I thought if I did, you’d be getting exactly what you wanted.”
Maintaining his stare, I stand and wrap my arms around myself. “What would I have gotten? An ex-boyfriend who hates me? A father for my daughter who resents her existence? Well I guess you showed me.” I can’t prevent the bitterness bleeding into my voice from spilling out.
“Uncle Mitch, if you’re Bree’s daddy, why haven’t you been here taking care of her?” Doug pipes up and slams me with the kind of question that can bring a grown man down to size in seconds. Totally emasculate him.
“But why didn’t you come home for Christmas? Or Thanksgiving ” Tess takes the baton with the expertise of a runner in the last leg of a relay race. She might look innocent with her curly blonde hair and hazel eyes, but nothing gets past her. The kid keeps everyone on their toes.
Paige stands, Bree on her hip, her purse hooked over her shoulder. “That’s us.”
Slower to follow, I grab the diaper bag as her name echoes in my mind. Brianna Nichols, not Kingsley.
I’m not sure why her name surprises me. I mean what did I expect? That Paige would have given Bree my name after I abandoned her?
God, is that—? Amanda Reynolds.
Her hair is blonder and longer than she’d worn it in high school, but that’s her. She and Mitch had gone out when we were all sophomores, and during our senior year, she never missed a chance to remind me she’d been with him first
Zach Pearson is the starting quarterback for the Warrick Warriors. He’s a year ahead of me and we’ve gotten tight since I spent Christmas with him and his family last year. I also spent spring break with him, his girlfriend, and their friends.
“Christ, Mitch, I’m not asking you to fuck the girl. She’s Pam’s younger sister home from college. She’s going to be an interior designer so I figured you guys would have stuff in common.” He sounds bewildered.
“I’m not depending on anyone to solve my problems.” And I mean it. This past year has shown me that I’m stronger than I thought I was. “I need a full-time job. Something with benefits and a decent paycheck.”
“I want to apologize about all the stuff that went down between you and Mitch last year. Part of what happened was my fault.”
My brow furrows. “What do you mean?”
Now he looks uncomfortable, his gaze not quite meeting mine. “I might have hinted that Bree might not be his.”
My eyes go wide and my back goes stiff. “What?”
Josh grimaces and closes his eyes as if trying to block out my reaction. “I told Mitch he needed to get a paternity test done.” Opening his eyes, he looks at me. “You don’t have to say it. I’m a jerk and an ass. Believe me, I’ve called myself every ugly word I can think of the past year.”
“Aww shit, Paige, I do like you. I always have. But when Mitch told me about the baby, I don’t know, something in me just kind of went haywire. Maybe it has something to do with me having a close call myself. But that’s no excuse for what I did. I don’t think I ever really believed you cheated on him.”
Well at least it’s good to know who put that thought in Mitch’s head. “But he didn’t have to listen to you. He knew me better than that. He should have trusted me.”
Paige visibly relaxes, a faint smile on her beautiful face. “Believe me, I’ve had my moments. Especially when you first came back. I was so angry because guys have the option to leave or stay but the girl…we don’t have a lot of choices. Not if we’re not willing to have an abortion or give our babies up for adoption.”
As far as I was concerned, my wishes, my plans and my dreams for the future had been taken from me. Someone had to be blamed for that, and Paige had been an easy target.
What I hadn’t considered is what this pregnancy would do to her life. Whatever her decision, it’s one she’d have to live with for the rest of her life.
“After you left last year, I realized how stupid I was for building so much of my life around yours. I’d been all set to follow you to a college that didn’t even make my top five list, and was too expensive for what I planned to spend on my education. But I was willing to do it to be with you.”
“I don’t think what you did was stupid.” I don’t want what we had to be reduced to stupidity and rash decisions.
“No, it was, Mitch. I was willing to sacrifice more to be with you than you were to be with me. Or that’s what I thought until recently. But you were actually the smart one. Who even knows if our relationship would have made it past the second year we were apart. It’s a good thing you didn’t make the same mistake I did. Anyway,” she says, shaking her head as if to clear memories of our past from her head, “because of everything I was feeling, when I found out I was pregnant a part of me did think, now he’ll have to come home.”
Pulling back to look up at me, she whispers hoarsely, “But I didn’t, Mitch. I didn’t get pregnant on purpose. As much as I wanted us to be together, I would never have done that to you or my mom. I loved you both too much to be that selfish—even in my subconscious. And I would never have done that to myself.”
“Mitch, I have forgiven you. I just haven’t forgotten,” I whisper.
“Mom, I’m not in love with Mitch anymore.” The words roll off my tongue with utter confidence because it isn’t love I feel now. There’s definitely a strong physical attraction and maybe echoes of what I felt for him in the past, but those things didn’t give me amnesia.
“A scholarship to Berkley, that’s what she gave up because she was going to follow you to New York no matter what. Even if it meant she’d have to take out loans for a school she didn’t really want to go.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you, Mitch. I think I knew if I did, you’d have to choose between doing what was best for me or what you wanted. And at the time, I don’t think they were the same. So I decided to put you first. And we both know how that turned out.”
It’s a whole other matter for her to have given up a scholarship to follow me. That makes what I did by leaving her even shittier than it already was. No wonder she won’t give me another chance. I don’t deserve it.
“Mitch, you can’t. We don’t have a condom.” As much as I love my daughter, the next time I get pregnant, I plan to be a college graduate and happily married.
He looks down at us and his jaw tightens. “Christ, what the hell am I thinking,” he mutters, almost as if to himself.
Shit, that was close.
But how easy it would have been to just slide right in, no protection, just hot skin on skin. Too easy.
She wraps her arms around my neck and I head to the bedroom where there’s a drawer with a brand new box of condoms waiting to be used.
God. Three times last night. That ties our record. And it seems it’s a record Mitch was determined to beat very early this morning. The guy’s insatiable. I had to remind him that he needed to get back to his bed.
“What about your doctor’s appointments?” he asks after a pause.
“My mom and Erin took turns going with me. I used to try to schedule them on Fridays because that’s when Erin would drive back from school for the weekends. And there was one time when neither of them could come, so Trent went with me.”
“What about the day you had Bree?” he asks as he idly wraps strands of my hair around his finger.
Apparently this discussion isn’t over. “Your daughter was nearly delivered in a car.”
“That sounds like Bree,” he says dryly.
“No that was all me. I should never have left it that long. But Erin and Mom got me to the hospital on time. Erin was in the delivery room with me. She’s the one who cut the cord.” My gaze shoots up to his face and I catch another flicker of pain flash across
There’s a sadness in his eyes as he peers down at me. “I’m not even sure I know why. I just know I felt trapped and I couldn’t see a way out. I wasn’t ready to be a father. I was going to college, playing football, and becoming an architect. Marriage and babies weren’t supposed to happen until after all that. When I was ready.”
I’m kind of nervous because today is the day I’m going to meet Mitch’s friends from Warwick. They’ve all come down to watch their Warriors play the Panthers at the Georgia Dome, which is where we’re on our way to now. There’s a whole group of them here and today is also the start of their midterm break so they’ll be here until next Wednesday. Mitch is really looking forward to seeing them again. Apparently he spent most of the holidays this past year with Zach, who is the quarterback of the Warriors.
“But then Mom and Dad died and I…I couldn’t bring myself to tell you because you were dealing with so much at the time. And you had such a hard time dealing with their deaths.” Her hands are visibly shaking as she smooths them down her jean-clad thighs.
“Diane, just tell me,” Mitch demands, his voice tight.
Staring at him, she takes a deep breath. “I-I’m your m-mother.”
At his sister’s admission, Mitch literally explodes off the couch. Speechless, he stares down at her, the shock of the first admission seeming to pale to her latest revelation. “Dan, your husband is my father? I’ve been living with my mother and father for the last six years and you didn’t have the decency to tell me?”
As I sit across the chair from Diane and Dan in the living room, I’m still reeling, knowing I’m not looking at my sister and brother-in-law but at my biological parents. It’s been a little over twenty-four hours since that bomb detonated and I’m still coming to grips with it.
“When she got pregnant, we were sophomores. Fifteen. Our parents didn’t take the news well—as you can imagine.”
My face heats with guilt and embarrassment. I’d been an adult and look how I’d handled things. Not well is an understatement.
“Diane refused to get an abortion but my parents were able to convince everyone, your parents included, that the best thing for everyone was for her to give you up for adoption. We both agreed that’s what we would do. My parents shipped me off to boarding school in Europe and Diane and your folks moved up north right after you were born where they hoped they’d get a fresh start.”
“But I couldn’t do it—give you up.” Her voice is soft and sad as she continues the story. “I had time to change my mind and I did. I don’t know what I thought I was going to do but I was determined to keep you. And you know how Mom and Dad were about appearances. They wouldn’t have been able to hold their heads up in public with a fifteen-year-old mother for a daughter, so they came up with the idea that they’d adopt you. I said yes because they agreed to assume the financial responsibility of raising you and I’d be able to watch you grow up. In a way, I was your mother. I changed you, I breastfed you, I walked the floor with you when you couldn’t sleep at night. And I’ve never once regretted the decision I made to keep you.”