Page 50 of Upon an April Night
“Should I be worried?” They might not have known each other well, but she was still pretty good at reading him.
He didn’t know how to respond to that. Of course, she should be worried. He was about to potentially destroy their life together. He continued to lead her out of the house and into his car, but before he could start the engine, she lay a hand on his arm.
“Just tell me now. If this is bad news … something I’m not going to like, then I don’t want to drive somewhere and have to sit in the car with you all the way back.”
“Dréa.” Duncan breathed slowly, trying to calm his nerves.
She wrung her hands in her lap. “Just say it. Whatever it is. I can take it.”
“Okay. Here it is.” Time to rip off the bandage. “I told you about my past and how I had changed, but I neglected to tell you I slept with someone the night before I left for Denver.”
Her jaw dropped.
“It was a one-time thing. A slip-up.”
She swallowed hard. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” There was a sudden iciness to her tone.
“I was ashamed it had happened after all that time.”
“So, why are you telling me now?”
He gulped back tears.
“Duncan.” She stared at him.
“Because she’s pregnant.”
It broke his heart when her chin quivered, and he wished he could go back and undo everything.
“I’m so sorry, Dréa. I never meant for this to happen.”
She was speechless, staring ahead at the house for several long, torturous minutes.
“What are you thinking?” he asked quietly.
“Who is she?” Dréa demanded.
He blew out a deep breath. “It’s Jamie.”
Her mouth fell open, her eyes as big as saucers. “Jamie? Your sister’s best friend, Jamie?”
He nodded.
She pressed her lips into a hard line. “That doesn’t surprise me,” she spit out.
His eyebrow raised. “What does that mean?”
“She seems like the type.”
What she’d said was not okay. At all. And he almost said something, but he figured he’d done enough to ruin their relationship today. Why add more fuel to the flame?
“So, she’s keeping the baby?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“And where does that leave us?”
“Is there still an us?” He clung to this little shred of hope. “Because that’s what I want.”
