Page 26 of Dirty Little Secret
With the thought of the baby I’d given away, my memory faded quickly.
On Kane’s left stood a boy. Dark hair covered his head, and green eyes looked at me.
Kane’s eyes.
I watched as the two came closer to me as I stood there frozen in place.
“Is that really you?” Kane asked me.
All I could do was nod. A lump had formed in my throat that made it impossible for me to say a single word. My eyes turned to the boy who walked next to him.
“Hi, I’m Fox.” He waved at me as they came my way.
Light freckles spread across the bridge of his nose, much the same way mine had back before I started using sunscreen every day to keep my skin freckle-free and hopefully wrinkle-free. The boy reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t quite place him.
Swallowing the lump down so I didn’t seem like such a freaking idiot, I tried to smile at the boy, who looked to be about the same age as the one I’d had to give up.
“Hi there, Fox. That’s a cool name.” I looked at Kane. “And is he yours?”
He nodded. “He is.”
Well, wasn’t he just a procreation machine. He must’ve gotten another girl pregnant about the same time he’d knocked me up. And by the looks of Fox, the mother must’ve looked a bit like me too. Seemed I hadn’t been as special as he’d said I was that night—clearly, he just had a type.
Before Kane had fallen asleep that night, he’d held me in his arms. He’d told me he wasn’t about to let me get away from him. But when he’d fallen asleep, I’d gotten up, dressed, and left him there on the bed he’d told me was his best friend Rocco’s. The bed we’d made our son on. The son he had no idea existed.
“Leave it to you to come up with such a cool name, Kane.” I thought better about what I’d said. “Or perhaps it was your wife’s creative thinking?”
“My dad’s not married. He’s never been married.” Fox looked up at his father. “It’s just him and me. That’s the way it’s been for a while now.”
Kane put his hand on his little boy’s shoulder. “Well, it’s not exactly just you and me, Fox. We’ve got Aunt Nancy and Uncle James too, you know.”
“But they don’t live with us,” Fox said as he shook his head.
Kane looked back at me. “I saw you at Mynt last night. The back of you, anyway. The blue streaks in your hair gave you away today.”
“You did?” I asked, acting like I didn’t know. “Why didn’t you come say hello?” I felt a little guilty for lying, but I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t tell him that I’d seen him too and had hidden from him.
“First of all, I had no idea it was you.” Kane shifted his weight then crossed his arms over his chest. I could see the outline of some pretty massive biceps and felt wet heat pooling in my nether regions.
“You didn’t?” I asked, as if I hadn’t known that already either. “Well, then no wonder you didn’t say anything to me.”
“But I wanted to.” He smiled at me, and I nearly swooned with desire for him.
Oh, if I could only have one more night with this man!
“You did?” I asked as I clasped my hands in front of me to keep them from shaking. “And why is that?”
That smile turned from charming to sexy with one easy move that I was certain he could make millions off of if he knew how to teach it. “There was just something about you that piqued my interest. But you walked into the back, behind the bar, and never came out. I waited and waited, and then I finally asked the bartender where you’d gone. He told me if you were still back there, then you were with the manager. Like,withthe manager.” He paused for a second, looking me up and down, and I felt that look from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. “So, are you?”
“Am I what?” I’d gotten a little lost in his eyes while he talked.
That heartbreaking smile got wider. “With the manager?”
“Oh, God, no.” I shook my head. “He’s not my type.”
You know my type, Kane. My type is you.
“No?” he asked, then nodded. “Good to know. So, what brought you back in Charleston? Better yet, where have you been all this time? And why did you leave in the first place?”
