Who's the Daddy (Crescent Cove 3)

He rushed back in. “Yes?”

“Close the door for me?”

I resisted the urge to smile big. Instead, I left my face stony. Caleb was afraid of me on a good day. Today was not a good day.

Caleb nodded and shut the door before glaring at me through the skinny window.

Pussy.

“You don’t get to do that. Just because we slept together.”

“Twice. I’m entirely sure it was memorable, darlin’. You screamed my name multiple times, each time. Even said—”

“Do not say what I know you’re going to say.” She stabbed a finger into my chest. “I can’t believe this.”

“It’s a small town. Did you really think we wouldn’t run into each other again outside of when it’s convenient for you? I work two doors down from your apartment.”

“Of course not. But this makes it a little more precarious. I’m your son’s teacher.”

“Considering most of the teachers in this school are married, I’m sure there’s some overlap all over the place.”

She huffed out a breath. “That’s not the point.”

“What is it then? That we slept to

gether? Or that you’re ashamed about it?”

“I’m not ashamed. Well, not really. I mean, I have needs. Every woman does. That’s not the point!” Her voice rose with each sentence.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and shifted her toward me again, lowering my mouth until we were a few millimeters apart. “Then what’s the problem?”

“Conflict of interest is the problem.” She swayed a little and her face went as white as my shirt.

“Kelsey.” I grabbed her elbow.

“Oh, God.” She staggered away from me and slapped a hand over her mouth.

The look on her face had me reacting. I knew it well. I had a five-year-old. I spotted a small trash bin next to her desk and handed it to her just before she spewed. “That’s it. Just get it out.”

“Get away from me.”

I huffed out a sigh. “Not my first rodeo, darlin’.” I gathered her hair back at the nape of her neck. “You all right?”

“No. I want to die.”

“Didn’t take you for the weak constitution type.”

She held the back of her hand against her mouth. “Flu. Kids.” She moaned and went for another round.

I winced and gently led her to the sink across the room. “You done?”

“I think so.”

I pushed her hair back and gave her a once over. Her color was coming back. Slowly. “Go on and wash your mouth out.”

“I could just die.”

“You should have been in the shop when we got a batch of bad clams. This is nothing.”