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up.”
    Jemma shook her head, her hand sliding through her hair, messing up what used to be a neat pony tail. “No. I need to talk to you. But I can’t get a babysitter. Can you come back? I know this is an imposition. And it sounds very strange since you just left but I…”
    “I’ll be back in five minutes,” he told her and ended the call.
    Jemma sighed, tossing the phone back onto the counter, wondering how she was going to break this to him. How could she tell a man that had just bought a puppy for his niece that he also had a son? “Surprise!” she said sarcastically to the air. Her house felt stuffy with all of her worries floating through the small rooms. She almost ran outside but came to a skidding stop when that long, elegant limousine turned the corner onto her driveway. Had it really been five minutes? She wasn’t ready! She needed more time! She couldn’t believe what was happening and turned her back, pacing along the gravel at the top of her driveway.
    She had no idea how to tell the man that Dylan was his son. It was strange, crazy. She couldn’t believe that she was in this position. When she hadn’t been able to find Damien so many years ago, she’d accepted that Dylan was her son, that she would raise him alone. And she’d been perfectly fine with that! She’d turned her parents’ vegetable farm into a horse farm and she’d done well enough to support herself and Dylan. So why was she worried now?
    She was afraid Damien would take Dylan away from her.
    When the back door to the limousine opened and Damien stepped out, she could barely breathe. She wanted to scream at him to go away, to just leave them both alone, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t right. She should have been honest with him as soon as he’d seen Dylan. She’d been afraid Damien would recognize his son but now, needing to tell him the truth, she felt like she was going to throw up.
    Damien looked like he was going to take her into his arms but she stepped back, her terrified eyes looking up at him. “Dylan is your son,” she blurted out. Then waited.
    She watched the reaction in his eyes, wondering when the anger would explode. But the eyes didn’t change much. “My son?” he asked, amusement lacing his reaction. “How nice.”
    Jemma blinked. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”
    Damien shook his head. “What would you like me to say?”
    Jemma stood up straighter. Her shoulders relaxed and her face broke out with a smile. “You’re not angry?” She looked at him distrustfully. “Why aren’t you angry? You just discovered that you have a son that you’ve never met.” With that statement, she tensed again. “I tried to find you. I drove around for hours every night after I got off from work trying to find you.” Her hands were fists by her side and she braced herself once again for his anger. “I shouldn’t have left you that morning. Goodness, there shouldn’t have even been a morning! Or a night! I should never have left with you that night! It wasn’t like me to do that.” She looked up at him, blushing since she remembered when he’d discovered that she’d been a virgin. “Anyway,” she said, pretending like her face wasn’t in flames, “what’s in the past is over. And I understand if you are angry with me. But don’t take it out on Dylan. He doesn’t deserve any of this. He’s a good kid and he doesn’t ask about you now, but he might. And I won’t know what to tell him but since you drove up, I’ve come to realize that it is possible to…”
    She stopped, shook her head when she realized that she was rambling and closed her mouth. Looking back up at him, she waited for his reaction.
    He didn’t look angry. He looked amused. “Jemma, if you need money, just ask. I’m a very generous lover.”
    Jemma pulled back when he started to reach for her again. “Lover? No…” she stopped and ran his words through her mind. “Money? Why would I want money?”
    Damien looked