was on his way. Why bother to put clothes on when they would just be stripped off of her and on the floor five seconds after he walked in?
It had always been like that, she remembered. Walker was a passionate man who demanded total submission. But he was also the most generous lover she could imagine. He hadn’t been her first, but the two men she’d dated in college didn’t even rate on the scale when compared to Walker’s finesse. He’d taken her higher, made her body hum with desire just by looking at her. Other men had left her cold. Only Walker could drive her so crazy with need that she had trouble seeing straight.
She shook her head, forcing those memories out of the way.
And that’s when Lilly made herself known. The cry of irritation coming from the kitchen stopped Amy’s heart for a long moment. “You have to go,” she said firmly. But she couldn’t stand there to make sure he would leave while Lilly was crying.
She walked out of the foyer and into the brightly lit kitchen where Lilly was wiggling in her bouncy chair. “Hi sweety!” she said, smiling as she picked up her six month old daughter. “Yes, I didn’t go far.” With Lilly on her hip, she turned around and wasn’t surprised when Walker was standing in the kitchen doorway, a look of stunned surprise on his face.
She almost laughed out loud at his expression. If the situation weren’t so horrifying, she might have even enjoyed his surprise, but this was the man who had made her shiver with excitement, driving her insane with the need for him to fill her body wit h his own and then, when an inconvenient pregnancy had occurred as a result of their passionate affair, he’d abandoned her, told her he would “take care of it” for her.
Walker’s eyes were riveted on the tiny human being that Amy was now holding in her arms. His mind tried to process the newest shock, but he simply couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “What the hell is that, Amy!” he roared, startling the little girl in the pink sweater and tiny pair of jeans with a mop of dark curls on her head.
He lowered his voice when the baby’s smile disappeared and a frown appeared. It was only Amy’s bouncing and soft, soothing voice that reassured the baby that she was okay. “He’s just a big, mean man, honey. Don’t you pay any attention to him.” She turned around and took the baby to the family room where there was only room for a love seat and club chair. Amy sat down in the chair, turning the baby so they were face to face. “Yes, he’s just a big meany!”
Walker ran his hand over his face, trying to think, to make sense of this situation. “Amy, are you babysitting this girl?” he asked with a voice that sounded calm, but he was seething inside. Actually, seething might be too calm of a term for what he was feeling. He was ready to destroy something if he didn’t get answers fast. Because what he was starting to suspect was impossible. Amy had aborted their child!
Amy instantly shook her head. “No,” she said in a sing song voic e to the little girl, moving the tiny girl’s hands around as she smiled. “This is my daughter. And you were told to leave.”
Walker stood still, ignoring her admonition to leave. Because if this was Amy’s baby that meant….
His mind couldn’t even process the idea that he had a daughter. No, it was impossible. For the past year, the anger at Amy’s abortion had eaten away at his gut. And now he was seeing that she hadn’t had an abortion? She’d actually gone through with the pregnancy?
And she hadn’t told him that she’d changed her mind?
“I think you owe me an explanation,” he said as softly as possible, hoping not to say anything that might interfere with the laughing of the tiny human being he was starting to suspect was his child. “You said you were going to deal with this.” He took a deep breath.