Tempt The Playboy (Tempt 2)

“It’s okay, you go ahead. I’m new in town. I don’t know anyone, so I don’t mind staying.”

“You have anyone that you’re dating?” I ask him as I put my papers away.

“Nope,” he says. “Law school was my only focus.” He shrugs. “Besides, I have my whole life for that.”

I smile, walking out, wishing him a good night. I take my phone out, calling Austin. “Hey, I think I need to buy a ring for Kaleigh.”

“You think?” he asks, laughing. “Isn’t that supposed to be done before the whole marry me stuff?”

I laugh. “I like to do this unconventionally.”

“So I’ve heard. I also heard word on the street and by street I mean my parents called me to ask if the rumors are true. It seems your parents got a memo that their son is having a baby.”

I curse out, “Fuck.”

“Yeah, well, I thought I’d give you the heads-up. Your mother is flying on her broom stick and I just hope someone has water nearby to throw on her.”

“If you see the cops at my house when you get home, you’ll know why.”

I disconnect the phone and then try to call Kaleigh and it goes straight to voice mail. Fuck. I say, now jogging to my car. I contemplate calling my mother, but first I have to make sure I get to Kaleigh before my mother does.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Kaleigh

My whole body hurts. Why does my body hurt so much? I blink my eyes open. And why is it that all I want to do is curl up in a ball and sleep? I went into work today and took a two-hour nap in the relaxation room. Then I got up, came home, and then napped again till the kids came home. I got to Noah’s at five-thirty and drifted off while watching House Hunters.

I pick up my phone, noticing that Noah called me four times in the last five minutes. I’m about to call him back when the doorbell rings. I walk to the door, opening it and coming face to face with his mother.

If I thought she was well dressed when she was here the last time, it’s nothing compared to now. She is wearing a charcoal knee-length skirt with the matching jacket tied at the waist and flaring off at the hips. A cream-colored Hermes bag finishes the well-polished look. Her hair is once again styled flawlessly.

“Well, look at this,” she says, walking past me into the house.

I close my eyes and say a prayer that Noah gets here before I kill her. “Please come in,” I say to no one really.

“Where is my son?” she asks, looking around the living room.

“He is at work or on his way home.”

“I see. Well, then this is even better. We can have a conversation woman to woman,” she says, holding her purse handle in two hands now. “So tell me how much is it going to cost me to make you go away?”

My head snaps back and I stop. I can’t swallow because my mouth is suddenly dry. “What?” I ask in almost a whisper.

“I got a call today. It seems you’ve got yourself in a situation and I need to know how much it will take to make you and the situation go away.”

My hand goes straight to my stomach in protection mode.

“We both know that you saw Noah and found out who he was and then starting hatching a plan to get your claws into him. So, I’ll ask you again, how much will it cost me to have you be a bad memory?”

“I’m going to be as polite as I possibly can because my parents taught me that. But get the fuck out,” I say, pointing to the door. “There is not a price that you can pay me to as you put it ‘go away.’ And this situation you are talking about is your grandchild.”

“Can we really be sure?” she says and I gasp in shock.

“Get the fuck out.” Is roared behind me.

I turn to come face to face with Noah. Actually it’s not Noah. I have never met this person before. Gone are the clear blue eyes. In their place are dark blue cloudy ones. His hands are clenched at his sides while the vein is in forehead is ticking. “Take your bullshit and your vile words and get the fuck out of my house, Mother.”

She actually rolls her eyes at him. “Noah, you can’t honestly tell me that it didn’t cross your mind that the child might not be yours.”

“I may be a lot of things. I may be flighty. I may be nonchalant, and I may show up later most of the times. But one thing you can never say about me is that I’m a liar.” My hands now clench at my sides while I feel Noah come to me, putting his arm around my shoulders, giving me strength.