Page 63 of Playing For Keeps
My other line beeps.
I glance at the screen, and my muscles loosen. “Speaking of… That’s her on the other line. I’ll call you later.”
“Yeah, sure. But will you tell her I…”
“I’ll do my best. Now let me go so I don’t miss her call.”
“Okay, bye.”
“Bye.” I click over as my chest heats. “Hey, beauty. How are you?”
“Better today. How are you?”
I sink onto the couch as love for her swims through my veins. “Good, now that I’ve heard from you.”
“Are you still in town?”
“I am. Why?”
“We need to talk. Can you meet me somewhere? Wait. Hang on.”
Melanie says something to her in the background, so I give her a second to answer.
Dorothy comes back on the line. “Sorry about that. Melanie needs me, so I can’t talk long.”
“Name the time and place, and I’ll be there.” I glance around the room, thankful Dorothy wants to meet up.
She takes a second to consider something. “Where did you stay last night?”
“We’re all in the same hotel.”
“How do you know that?”
“Jamison told us where you were staying, so we got rooms here.”
“Oh. In that case, would you mind meeting me in the restaurant downstairs?”
“Anything for you.” I peek at the clock on the side table. “When?”
“Jami went to get me some clothes at the store across thestreet. He should be back in half an hour, so how about in an hour to be on the safe side?”
“Perfect. I’ll see you then.”
“Thanks.”
We hang up, and I sit, running through everything I want to say to her. A heaviness fills my insides. I know I have to let her go, but it’s harder than I thought it would be. It’s probably the hardest thing I’ll ever do.
I wish it could be different, but there’s so much in our way. She’s pregnant with Jamison’s baby. I’m having a son with Isabella. And now I’ll be fighting for full custody of him. Which reminds me…
I pick up my phone and call my attorney. Isabella thinks I’ll walk away from my son, but she’s sorely mistaken. If anything, she’s unleashed my wrath and will be feeling the effects of it until the day he’s mine and only mine.
She can count on it.
My blood races as I spot Dorothy coming into the restaurant. Her hair is pulled to the side in a braid that rests on her chest. She doesn’t have any makeup on and still takes my breath away.
She steps up to the hostess and says something. I stand and wave her to the table where I’m waiting for her. She dips her head in acknowledgment and thanks the woman she was speaking to.
She smiles as she strides over to me. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long.”
