Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Is it Cameron?
I open the door in a rush to find a sheriff in front of me. My face falls.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
“Are you Ashley Tucker?”
“Yes.”
“Can I see some identification, please?”
I frown. “What’s this about?” I go to the table and retrieve my wallet and hand over my licence.
“Sign here, please.” He points to the signatory line.
I sign and he hands me over the envelope and leaves.
I tear the envelope open and pull out the document.
A court injunction for paternity and DNA testing.
My eyes rise as a cold shiver runs through me.
He’s about to get nasty.
19
I sit at the kitchen table and blow into my coffee cup, deep in thought.
“What are you going to do?” Jen asks.
I shrug. “Go to work, do my job.” I pause for a moment. “Ring Eliza and beg for my bar job back. Carry on as usual.”
She picks up the letter for the DNA testing and rereads it for the tenth time. “So you have to go to this medical centre tonight?”
I nod. “He’s meeting us there.”
She blows out a deflated breath and shakes her head. “Shit, this is horrible.”
I smirk. “This isn’t horrible. This is a relief. What’s horrible is not being able to tell your son who his father is.” I widen my eyes. “That’s horrible.”
“What’s going to happen when you see him at work today?”
I shrug. “He’ll probably carry on acting like a spoiled brat, as usual.”
“What about you and him?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “That’s over. He screwed any chance of that last night when I told him I loved him and he threw it back in my face.”
Jen frowns and grabs my hand over the table. “He’s just in shock, Ash.”
“I don’t care.” I sip my coffee. “I may be a lot of things, Jen, but weak isn’t one of them.”
She smiles sadly.
“I didn’t get myself through med school being a single parent just by fluke. I can do this on my own. I don’t want anything from him. He can go fuck himself.”
“Far out, Ash,” she whispers as she runs her hands through her hair.
“Owen starts preschool tomorrow, remember?” I smile. “That means you’ll get some more time to yourself.”
“God, that’s the last thing on my mind,” she mutters into her tea.
“Did you speak to our neighbor while you were away?”
She smiles. “I did actually. We messaged each other every day.”
My eyes widen. “Really?”
She giggles. “Yeah, but he kind of wrecked it last night.”
“Why?”
“He sent me a cock shot. Why do guys assume we want to see their junk?”
I smile broadly. “Because they’re idiots and they think dicks are pretty.” I shake my head. “Can I see it?” I ask.
She widens her eyes. “No. For my eyes only.”
I smirk and raise an eyebrow. “How was it?”
“Fucking awesome,” she whispers and I laugh.
“Why don’t you go over there tonight and get an action shot?” I smile.
She smiles excitedly. “Maybe.” She bites her bottom lip in thought. “I need some serious laser on my bits, though.”
“Try and get an appointment today.”
“Yeah, I will.” She looks over at me and takes my hand again in hers. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I nod and fake a smile. I’m not. I’m so not okay, but I can’t fall in a heap. This is about Owen now and what he needs.
My needs don’t matter anymore.
I wait in the corridor with the other interns as we wait for Dr. Stanton to arrive. There’s a fire in my belly, a simmering ember that is starting to burn. When he served me with those papers this morning, he lit a match inside of me.
How dare he question me saying he’s the father? Does he really think I’m stupid enough to try and trick him? He obviously thinks I’m loose and fuck around. I’ve slept with two damn men in six years, and then he questions if I’m lying about my own son’s paternity.
He must think I’m stupid.
More fool him.
The only thing questionable here is his character.
He’s a good man, a little voice screams from deep within, and I know it’s true. I just hope that one day we can become amicable, but at the moment I’m just so damn disappointed. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this let down by anyone in my life.
He comes into view around the corner, and I drop my head so I don’t have to look at him.
“Good morning, everyone.” He smiles casually.
“Hello,” I murmur along everyone, without making eye contact.
“I trust you all had a good night?” he asks.
My nostrils flare. Just shut the fuck up and start the rounds, asshole.
“I’m a bit tired from my hot date last night.” Amber smiles stupidly.
Oh God, cringe. Shut up. Her open flirting with Cameron is really grating on my nerves.
A trace of a smile crosses Cameron’s face before he hides it. “Excellent.” He smirks. “At least someone around here is having hot dates,” he adds.