way.â
âFor what?â The other man didnât look happy.
Trent hugged Rebecca closer. He didnât dare kiss her again. âFor this woman, of course. Your loss is my gain.â
It sent the supercilious bastard on his way, trailed by the Ice Queen who deserved him. Trent kept his arm around Rebecca until the other couple was out of sight.
That was when her shoulders slumped and she slid away from his embrace. âYou didnât need to do that.â
âWhat?â He couldnât help smiling at Rebecca, because Dr. SOB was out of her life and because she looked so damn cute with cotton candy in her hair.
âPretend for Ray.â
Trent shrugged. âHe was trying to do a number on you.â
âI know.â She sighed. âI know, and I still canât help falling for it. After I caught him cheating, it was as if he blamed me for his own failings.â
âSpouses are pigs.â
She laughed, as heâd hoped she would. Then she sobered. âSometimes I feel bad about being so pessimistic about love. Then again, sometimes I feel smug.â
âI only feel smart.â
She laughed again. âAt least youâre honest. Ray wasnât.â
âNeither was my ex-wife.â
âI suppose that means we have more in common than I would ever have suspected,â Rebecca replied.
âYeah. Cheating spouses and a lousy attitude toward love.â
âThereâs the pregnancy, too.â Rebeccaâs eyes bored straight into his. âAnd I have to be honest and up-front about it, Trent. I need to make sure you understand that I will never, ever give up my baby. I want you to give me sole custody.â
While heâd known that was what she was after, it made him almost angry to hear her say it. âAm I such a bad guy?â
Her gaze dropped. âYouâre not a bad guy, no.â Color stained her cheeks and she pressed her lips together.
It made him think of the kiss. That surprising burst of heat. Maybe he would be better off distancing himself permanently from her. From the baby.
But he couldnât! Memories slammed him from all sides. Chubby cheeks, little fingers, hero worship. He thought of his nephew and Robbie Logan. He couldnât lose another child. He couldnât.
âI have to be honest, too,â he said. âI canât just walk away, Rebecca.â
She nodded, as if heâd confirmed her worst fears. âWeâll have to come up with another plan, then.â
Yes, another plan. He thought they could, because, despite their initial misfires, they got along well enough. Very well, as a matter of fact. They could laugh together, enjoy each otherâs company, enjoy a kiss. Hell, that was more than his own parents had found in their marriage.
âOur baby should have a mother and a father in its life,â he said. âFull-time.â
Rebecca shrugged. âThatâs ideal, but not a necessity.â
Trent thought of his parentsâ marriage again. Theyâd lived separate lives, for all intents and purposes, but in the same house. Theyâd had the children between them, along with a boatload of animosity, but what if the animosity hadnât been there? What if they could have gotten along, two separate beings who shared living space and their progeny? That could have worked.
It could work.
âMaybe we should get married,â he said aloud, trying out the sound of it. âWhat do you think?â
Four
D ressed in his disguise of tattered jeans, plaid flannel shirt over a sweatshirt and Seattle Mariners baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, Everett Baker stood concealed on the other side of the flimsy, plywood back wall of the cotton-candy booth, listening to the couple inside. He knew Rebecca Holley by sight from his job as an accountant at the Childrenâs Center. Trent Crosby heâd never met. At least not since they were children. Perhaps he should feel bad for
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