While she’d been raising their child.
While he’d been lying in a hospital recovering, she’d been here, with their son. And he hadn’t known.
Another surge of betrayal burst through him that she hadn’t told him. How could she have not told him?
If not before, how could she have driven away a week ago without saying a word? Without telling him that she’d given birth to his son?
Every moment they’d spent together had been a deception.
Every breath, every touch, every look, every smile, every laugh—all had been lies.
Because she’d known he had a son and she hadn’t told him.
Which brought him back to why she’d told him yesterday.
He knew very little about her, other than that she’d volunteered at CCPO as a nurse, drove him crazy sexually, and lived in Chattanooga.
From what he’d seen of her home, it wasn’t fancy or very big, but was clean and well-cared-for. As he’d told her the night before, he’d lived in worse overseas.
Much worse.
Because Chrissie’s home was filled with love.
Whatever her reasons in telling him about Joss, she loved their son.
It oozed from the picture-filled walls.
It oozed from the way Chrissie held him even in sleep.
Not that she was asleep, because his gaze suddenly collided with her green one. She studied him and he returned the favor.
She didn’t move, just lay there watching him. Her hair was tousled from sleep and he had an immediate flashback to a week ago when he’d awakened next to her. That morning they’d stared into each other’s eyes in a very different way.
There had been no hurt, no anger.
He felt both at the moment. Betrayed.
How could she have kept their son from him?
Even if he could understand her not telling him four years ago, why hadn’t she told him a week ago?
How could she have had sex with him, spent that much time with him, all the while knowing what she’d done?
What kind of person did that?
Taking care to be quiet, he got up and left the room.
Mainly because the longer he sat, the more upset he got. He paced across to stare at a photo of a baby Joss with a toothy grin.
He sensed Chrissie behind him bef
ore he heard her.
Still, he didn’t turn, just stared at the photo.
He’d missed so much. “You should have told me.”
“We went through this last night. How was I supposed to know you’d want to know?”