"His sister?"
"Jillian Blake." His brows furrow. "Though I guess I really still work for Mr. Blake since he still owns the company and all."
"Mr. Blake?" I ask.
"Oh, not your Mr. Blake. I mean the original Mr. Blake," he says. "Dorian. You know, Cortez's uncle."
"Oh," I say weakly. Cortez really is a Blake, but he's not Dorian's son. Is that why he didn't tell me who he was? I don't know. There's so much I feel like I don't know about him. In the heat of the moment, none of those things mattered. But that was two months ago. Now, they seem to matter a great deal. Cortez isn't just a handsome stranger I met at a bar. He's the father of my child.
For the rest of my life, he'll be part of my life. I need to know who he is, for the sake of our child…and for mine too. Because try as I might, I can't forget him. I can't get him out of my head or my heart. I'm pretty sure that means something. I'm just afraid to find out what it means.
I'm freaking terrified he'll break my heart again. But fear isn't an excuse not to take a chance.
"Tell him I'll have dinner with him," I say before I can change my mind.
"He'll be here!" his driver says.
"No." I quickly shake my head. "Not here." There's no way I'm having dinner with him here. Come Monday, everyone I work with will know all about it, and that's the last thing I need right now. I grab a pen and jot down my address on a notepad before tearing the sheet off and handing it over. "Tell him to meet me here at seven tomorrow."
His driver glances at the address and then shoves it in his pocket. "I'll have him there," he promises, grinning at me again. "Enjoy the flowers."
"Thanks," I whisper, reading Cortez's note again.
I'm in so far over my head with him…and I already feel myself slipping deeper.
Please, I pray silently. Please, don't let him break my heart again.