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“I’m not the father, Mace.”
I froze, biting down hard on my lip.Liam wasn’t the dad.
He wasn’t having a child.
He didn’t have to leave.
My brain worked hard processing this information, not sure what to make of it.
“What?” I asked, needing to hear those words again.
“The baby’s not mine. Zero percent probability.”
Every muscle in my body relaxed and I felt lighter than I had in weeks.
“For real?”
“Yes. For real. Aria’s baby is definitivelynotmine.”
My hand flew up to my mouth, a slow smile spreading over my face. “I—I can’t believe it. I mean, I’m sorry for Aria, but...”
Liam reached for my hips, pulling me towards him until our chests touched, heat radiating between us. His warm, familiar scent filled my nose and my breath caught in my throat.
“Macy, will you please forgive me? I don’t want another day to go by without you in my life. I’m sorry I messed up; please let me make it up to you.”
“Liam,” I whispered, gazing up at him. “You already have. I’m sorry, too. I maybe—just maybe—overreacted a touch. Because of my own family history, but still. I should have given you a little more grace.”
He cupped my face, dropping his lips onto mine, his kiss so soft, so tender, that I melted into him. “We’re good, Mace.”
Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, all the hurt and pain of the last ten days evaporating. Nothing in my life had ever felt more right than kissing this man in this moment.
“I love you, Macy,” Liam murmured into my mouth, his hands squeezing my ass and pulling me in even closer to him.
“I love you, too. But we still have a problem.”
Liam pulled away a touch. “What?”
“You still live in California.”
“Details,” he said, grinning. “What time do you have to be at work?”
“Eight.”
“Perfect.” Liam laced his fingers in mine and led me back to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.
* * *
“Liam?”
“Hmmm…” he murmured, his fingers stroking my bare arm.
“I feel badly for Aria.”
Liam stilled behind me, our breathing the only sound in the quiet room. My stomach tightened and my pulse picked up. I didn’t want to pick a fight, but I couldn’t shake my feelings about the situation either.
“I know,” he said, sighing. “Even after all the grief she caused, I feel for her. She’s in a tough spot.”
Turning to face him, I met his gaze. “It’s really the baby I worry about. Do you think she has any idea who the father is?”
