Uncovering Her Nine Month Secret

Alejandro slowly turned to look at him. I saw the hard set of his shoulders, the rapid rise and fall of his breath. I saw his hands tighten at his sides, and knew Edward was about to lose half of his face.

“Stop!” I cried, stepping between them in real fear. “Stop this at once!” I pressed on Edward’s chest. “Just go.”

He lifted his eyebrows in shock. “You can’t honestly choose him over me?”

“Go. And don’t come back.” I glanced back at Alejandro and knew only the fact that I stood between them kept him from attack. I took a deep breath. “Thank you for everything you did for me, Edward. I’ll never forget how you helped me.” My jaw hardened. “But it’s over.”

Edward’s face contorted. “You’re throwing yourself away on him? Just because of some stupid baby?”

My sympathy disintegrated.

“That stupid baby is my son.”

“Dammit, you know I didn’t mean...”

But my heart had iced over. Releasing him, I stepped back, closer to Alejandro. “Yes, I choose him. Over you.”

“You heard her,” Alejandro said roughly. “You have thirty seconds to be out of my building, before security throws you out.”

“Sending in your goons, eh?” he sneered. “Can’t be bothered to do it yourself?”

“Happy to,” Alejandro said grimly, pushing up the sleeves of his tuxedo jacket as he took a step forward, fists raised.

“No!” I grabbed his arm. My hand couldn’t even fully wrap around the full extent of the hard, huge biceps beneath his tuxedo. “Please, Alejandro,” I whispered. “Don’t hurt him. He was good to me, when I had no one else. I never would have survived without him. Neither would Miguel. Please. For my sake.”

Jaw taut, Alejandro slowly lowered his fist. “For your sake.” His voice was low and cold as he turned to Edward. “Thank you. For protecting what I love.”

Love? For a moment I stared at Alejandro, then I realized he was speaking of Miguel.

Edward glared at him. Obviously not realizing he’d just narrowly escaped death, he sneered, “Go to hell.” At the door, he turned back and said, “I’ll be back for you, Lena.”

Then he was gone. And Alejandro and I were suddenly alone in the cloakroom. But my relief was short-lived.

“No wonder he loaned you his house,” he said. “No wonder he protected you. He sees you as his. Why does he believe that?”

I whirled to face him. The cold fury in his eyes was like a wave. But there was something else there, too. Hurt.

“He tried to kiss me last week,” I admitted in a low voice, then shook my head. “But I just gave a shocked laugh and he left. Whatever he might have hoped, all he ever was to me was a friend—”

“Friend,” he said scornfully. “You knew what he wanted.”

I shook my head fiercely. “Not until last week, I never—”

“Then you were willfully blind. He’s in love with you.”

“You’re wrong there.” Shivering, I crossed my bare arms over my pink strapless ball gown. “If he’d really loved me, he would have loved Miguel, too. But he was always getting annoyed about him. Suggesting things...like I should send him away, farm him out for adoption...”

Alejandro’s eyes darkened. “And you were willing to call him a friend? To let him near our son?”

I wanted to lash back at him. To tell him he was being unreasonable, or that I hadn’t had a choice. Instead, I said the only thing that mattered. The only thing that was true.

“I’m sorry,” I said in a low voice. “I was wrong.”

He’d been opening his mouth to say more, no doubt cutting, angry accusations. But my humble, simple words cut him off at the knees. For a long moment, he stared at me in the shadowy cloakroom. Down the hall, we could distantly hear music playing, people laughing. Then he turned away, clawing back his dark hair.

“Bien. I wasn’t exactly perfect, either,” he muttered. Lifting his head, he glared at me. “But you’re never to see him again. Or let him near Miguel.”

“Fine,” I said.

“Fine?”