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she’d just become the most intriguing female he’d ever met.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Jennifer was scooping another spoonful of chocolate ice cream onto her spoon when the doorbell rang. She was on the sofa with Linda watching a romantic comedy. Her head pounded from being with her family that morning.
    “Do you think we can leave it?” she asked, yawning.
    “No. Your family are going to be pissed with you, Jen. You better get the door.” Linda lifted her feet out of the way. She dumped the ice-cream carton on her friend’s lap and answered the door. Patrick stood in her doorway looking every bit as sinful as he had that night she’d conceived his child.
    He leaned against the doorframe. His arms were folded over his impressive chest, which outlined his thick arm muscles.
    “What do you want?” she asked. Her mouth watered remembering the feel of his arms wrapped around her.
    “You’re expecting my baby, Jennifer. I think we need to talk.”
    She shook her head. “I’m not going to ask you for anything. You don’t need to be here—”
    “Your parents were pretty much arranging our up-coming wedding when I left. I think we need to talk about it.”
    “What? There is not going to be a wedding,” she said. She slammed her palm against her forehead.
    “Let him in, Jen. You need to talk to him.” Linda was kneeling up on the sofa looking over at the door.
    “Thanks for being a supportive friend,” she said over her shoulder.
    “Anytime.”
    Turning back to the gorgeous man at her door, she moved out of the way to let him enter. “Come in.”
    “Thank you.”
    “We can talk in my room.” Jennifer ignored her friend and walked towards her room. She closed the door behind him. When she looked at him, she knew bringing him to her room was a mistake. He made her room feel small with him inside.
    “This is your room?” he asked.
    There were pictures of her with Linda and some pieces of art work. Her room was usually spacious, but with him in it, it seemed poky.
    “What do you want to talk about?” she asked, getting straight to it.
    “You’re really going to ask me that?” He sat down on her bed. She wished she could make him leave.
    “I’m pregnant. You’re the father. Really, it’s no big deal.”
    He folded his arms over his chest once again. Her gaze drifted down to the muscular shape of his thick arms. How could a man be that strong?
    Focus, Jennifer, focus.
    “It is a big deal.”
    “I’m surprised you’re not demanding paternity tests and denying it all. Isn’t that your MO?” she asked.
    Jennifer watched his jaw tighten as he ground down on his teeth. “That was a low blow, Jennifer.”
    “I know. I’m sorry. My mind is all over the place. I never expected anything like this to happen. Ever.” She ran her fingers through her hair. That night when they’d slept together felt like a lifetime ago. “Just the other day the news reported that you’d won a case, and it was proven you were not the father of a woman’s baby. How can you not be demanding the same thing from me? Why do you believe me?”
    Patrick stood up and moved over to where she was against the door. Her heart sped up at his closeness. The moment he’d touched her that night she hadn’t been able to think straight. She’d have done anything he asked without thinking of the consequences. She had done everything, and now she was pregnant with his child.
    “I never slept with that woman. If there was any chance the baby was mine then I’d own up to it. I know that baby is mine.”
    “I could be sleeping around. There could be hundreds of potential men who are the father,” she said. Jennifer cringed at her own words.
    Great, Jennifer. Make yourself sound like a complete slut in front of the father of your child.
    “Don’t do that, Jennifer. That’s beneath you.”
    “You didn’t know my name,” she said.
    She didn’t know why she was arguing. They’d been good together for the few short hours they’d