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“We,” she said. “Absolutely. Because David was more than my friend. He was—he was my family, the brother I never had. He was always there for me, always, until he stepped off a bus one dark night and a car ran a light and—and—”

“Dammit,” Caleb said in a rough voice. He reached for her, but she pulled away.

“David and I didn’t have a sexual thing going between us. We never did, never would, never could. He was gay!”

Gay. The word seemed to echo through the sudden quiet.

“Gay?” Caleb said.

“Gay,” Sage said. She swiped at her tears and gave him a look he knew he’d never forget. “And you—you are a one-hundred-percent gold-plated jerk!”

She whirled away and marched into the bedroom. The door slammed shut.

Caleb didn’t move.

He couldn’t have, not even if a fire truck had materialized in the center of the kitchen.

David Caldwell was gay. He’d never been Sage’s lover.

And he, Caleb Wilde, was … Yeah. Okay. He was a gold-plated jerk.

But he was more than that.

He was—he was—

That was the instant it really hit.

Forget polite phrases about how he had willingly admitted he’d made Sage pregnant, how he was responsible for the life in her womb. All those lofty bits of philosophy were true, but they skirted the real issue.

Caleb sank into his chair.

He was—holy hell!

He was going to be a father.

CHAPTER EIGHT

SAGE slammed the bathroom door.

She was breathing hard. She was breathing fire!

She wasn’t sure which of them was the worst fool, she or Caleb.

It had never occurred to him to ask the slightest question about that night. About whether maybe, just maybe he’d read things wrong.

But then, why would he? She’d met him at, what, nine o’clock? Brought him home with her at ten. Slept with him at whatever unholy hour she’d gone sashaying into the living room, figuring he was asleep …

Or maybe hoping he wasn’t asleep.

Not that it mattered.

She’d had sex with him. Sex, plain and simple. It hadn’t meant a thing to him and it certainly hadn’t meant a thing to her….

Liar. Liar. Liar! It had meant everything. At least, she’d believed it had.

Now, she carried his baby.

God, what a mess!


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