Desiring the Reilly Brothers

“This is different,” he snarled. “What’s between you and I is one thing. What’s between me and a child I created, is something else altogether. You think I could let my child not be a part of my life?”

“That’ll be up to you.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Despite the already growing heat, Tina felt a chill snake along her spine and she wished fervently that they’d never had this conversation. She should have waited to see if there was a baby before confronting him with the possibilities.

“There’s no point in talking about this anymore,”

she said suddenly, turning as she spoke to head for the door. “I’m going back to the house.”

“What about locking yourself out?” he said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

She stopped, one hand on the doorknob, and shot him a look over her shoulder. “I lied.”

“Big surprise.”

Her shoulders hunched as his words slapped at her. “I’m sorry you’re mad, Brian,” she said, never taking her gaze from his, despite inwardly flinching from the fury she saw written in his eyes. “But I’m not sorry about last night. And I’m not sorry that we might have made a baby.” She opened the door and paused again. “I am sorry that you are, though.”

Then she stepped through the door and closed it softly behind her.

Brian stood alone in the growing patch of sunlit warmth and had never felt so bone-deep cold in his life.

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