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“You said you would come back to Pelican Bay when you saved enough money,” she said.
“And I meant it. Then I started thinking about what kind of father I’d be. Would I be an alcoholic and drug user like my dad? I already was more than halfway there with drugs. How would I support you and a child?”
“I never thought you’d be a bad father.”
“I appreciate that. Worrying about it freaked me out, and I fell, Abby. Hard. I connected with some people in Tampa…bad people. I sold and used drugs. Experimented with hard stuff—cocaine—and landed in the hospital. I was forced into rehab for a couple of weeks. When I was released, I tried to stay clean. After a week, I fell into my old habits, and my mom and uncle put me back into rehab for forty-five days.”
Connor wasn’t ready to share the details of detoxing—the shaking…the tantrums…the nightmares…begging for a hit. It wasn’t something he was proud of, but he’d gotten through it.
“That’s where I was the time I called you.” He gulped in a breath of air. “When you told me you had the miscarriage.”
Until now, she’d held her composure, but he felt her tremble as tears trickled down her face.
“I’d gotten up in the middle of the night with cramps. When I went to use the bathroom, I saw the blood. I woke my mom to take me to the hospital, but it was too late.” She hugged her sides and rocked back and forth.
He pulled her onto his lap, holding her as they both cried for the life they’d unknowingly created that had never gotten a chance.
“I’m sorry it happened…That I wasn’t there for you.”
“I know you are.” She sniffled. “I saw how you were yesterday with Dylan. You were great with her.”
“It was hard at first because I’ve often wondered if we would have had a boy or a girl. But it was easy to be comfortable with Dyl. I see a different world through her eyes. A world with wonder and possibilities.”
“The way life should be at her age.” She paused for a beat. “You’ll be a good dad, Con.”
“I hope to be one day.” He hesitated before he asked the next question for fear of the answer. “Are you able to get pregnant again?”
She nodded. “The doctors told me the fetus wasn’t viable, which is why my body rejected it. I can conceive again, and there’s no reason to think I’d be at a higher risk to miscarry.”
He leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m glad.” He wiped away her tears. “So glad.”
The half-moon offered faint light, and his lips met hers in a tender kiss.
“I know this was hard to talk about, but it’s been on my mind since coming back,” he said.
“Mine too. So, what do we do now?”
“What do you want to do? Can we move beyond the past?”
“I think we just did.” She turned and straddled him. “What do you say to a redo?”
Chapter Eight
Abby arched her hips, and the bulge she straddled grew thicker beneath her. Connor met her thrusts, his breath getting faster the harder he grew.
“A redo?” he asked.
“Why not? We’ve both changed…grown up.”
And from the feel of what was between her thighs, he was bigger…everywhere.
She thrust her fingers into his shaggy, dark blond hair and kissed him. No hesitant kiss this time. She was certain she wanted him in her life.
Did he feel the same way?
He growled and opened his mouth to kiss her, his tongue hot and wild as it intertwined with hers in a desperate duel for more. Rough hands slid under the hem of her dress, and he lifted it enough to cup her exposed cheeks.
“I’ve been fantasizing about you in a thong,” he said, his voice gruff and sexy. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about since yesterday.”
