the baby is mine?â Heâd had no idea how badly he wanted the baby to be his until now. His eyes pleaded with her to confirm it. To say that he was the father.
The indecipherable mask was back on her face again. âI donât maintain anything,â she said, frost dripping from her voice.
Frustration hit him like a ton of bricks. She had shut herself off again and nothing was going to open her to him. He wanted to put his fist through the wall.
âIâm going out for a while,â he finally ground out. âIâll bring back lunch.â
He turned and stalked out before he said things heâd only regret.
As he made his way to the underground garage where his BMW was parked, his cell phone rang, rudely intruding on his thoughts. âWhat?â he barked into the receiver.
âRyan?â His momâs voice bled through his dour mood.
âSorry, Mom, didnât mean to snap.â He opened the door and slid into the seat, settling back, not bothering to start the engine yet.
âRyan, whatâs wrong?â
âNothing, Mom, just a busy day. Whatâs up?â
âI was hoping you and Jarrod would have dinner with me tomorrow night.â
Ryan closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. There was no easy way to say this and his mom would know soon enough now that Jarrod had been over. Best she know now so she could get used to it. âMom, you should knowâ¦Kelly is with meâ¦and sheâs pregnant.â
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end followed by thick silence. âI see,â she finally said. âI guess inviting Roberta is out of the question.â
Ryan blew out his breath at his motherâs snippy tone. Roberta Maxwell was a woman his mom had been shoving at him ever since Kelly had disappeared.
Though his mother had never come out and said I told you so, she didnât have to. It was there as plain as if sheâd hung a banner.
Sheâd never approved of Kelly. Never liked that Ryan was marrying her. Sheâd been polite, though. Ryan had demanded it of her. He wouldnât allow any of his family to disrespect the woman heâd chosen to be his wife.
After what had happened with Jarrod and Kelly, heâd expected his mother to be more smug; but sheâd been oddly sympathetic. The last thing he wanted at the moment, though, was to bring Kelly to an awkward dinner where his mom would sit with that pinched look on her face and Jarrod would say God knows what.
Heâd wondered what would happen when the inevitable confrontation with Jarrod occurred. Now he knew, and it hadnât gone at all as heâd imagined.
âI think weâll do dinner another time. Kelly and I arenât up to it at the moment.â
He said his goodbyes and hung up, starting the car andslamming it into Reverse. He needed some distance before he went off the deep end.
He drove aimlessly and ended up at his office building before he even realized that he was heading in that direction. He didnât often drive, and usually only when he was leaving the city. He kept his car parked and used his car service. But today he hadnât been in any mood to wait for pickup.
He parked and went up to his office, acknowledging Jansenâs look of surprise since heâd just told his assistant that morning that he wouldnât be in for several days.
He waved off Jansenâs question of whether or not he needed anything and shut the door to his office. Then he flopped into his chair and swiveled around to stare out the window.
The weather had turned cold and gray, much more suited to his mood. After spending several days in Texas, where it was a good deal warmer, even in winter, coming back to the cold of the Northeast was a bit of an adjustment.
His cell phone rang, and he almost didnât answer. It was Cam, and Cam would want to know what had prompted his departure from Moon Island. Ryan