Baby for the Billionaire - By Maxine Sullivan Page 0,95
“And then what, Jack? Have Isabella’s life upended again when they put her into foster care? Or even worse, stick her into a treatment program?”
He lifted a shoulder in a negligent shrug. “Once she was out of my control you’d have a better shot at getting custody of her.”
Fury blossomed, full-throttled and magnificent. “That’s what you think this is all about? You think I want to take her away from you?”
His anger rose to meet hers. “What am I supposed to think? In all this time, never once did you bother to say, ‘Oh, hey, Jack, just so you know, Isabella’s my biological daughter.’” He stalked closer. “Did you think I’d never find out?”
“I was going to tell you!”
“Right. Now that we’re safely married and you’re in an even better position to fight for legal custody.”
She went nose to nose with him. “Is that your real opinion of me? After all this time together, you don’t know me better than that?”
The ache was almost more than he could bear. “I thought I did,” he whispered. “But you lied.”
“I never lied. I just didn’t tell you all of it.” She dared to splay her hand across his chest. Could she still feel his heart beating? It wasn’t possible. Not when it had been turned to stone. “Would you have refused to marry me if I’d told you beforehand?”
“I don’t know.” The confession was ripped from him. “But at least I would have been in a position to make an informed choice.”
Her hands dropped to her sides, stealing away the only warmth left to him. She stepped backward. “Then let me make this easy for you.” She took another step away from him. “I’ll narrow your choices down to two. We can stay married and work through this, or we can divorce.”
“And if I want a divorce?”
For the first time, her composure cracked. No, it more than cracked. It shattered. He found that shattering all the more devastating because he’d never seen her lose control to that extent before. She fought the loss for ten full seconds before managing to grind out a reply. “When we first met I had serious doubts about whether or not you were the appropriate person to raise Isabella. I don’t have any doubts about that anymore.”
He froze. “What the hell does that mean?”
“I think you’re an amazing father, Jack,” she said. “There’s not a single doubt in my mind that she’d not just be safe with you, but that she’ll thrive in your care. I won’t contest a divorce. Nor will I attempt to take her away from you.”
“Annalise—”
She shook her head and her mouth compressed, he suspected to keep her lips from trembling. “If you change your mind about the divorce, you know where to find me.” She squared her shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. “But if you decide you want to give our marriage a try, there’s only one way I’ll return to you. And that’s not as Isabella’s nanny or your employee. It will be as your partner. As your wife.”
With that, Annalise turned and stepped into her father’s arms. She clung to him for a long minute while Robert stared at Jack with eyes filled with threat. Without another word, he swept his daughter across the patio and into the house. There they paused, and her gaze clung to an oblivious Isabella a final instant. Not once did she look back at him. Then the door closed behind them with frightening finality.
Jack stood unmoving for an endless moment. How was it possible that in thirty short minutes his life had gone from near perfection, straight to hell? Isabella continued to play with Mister Mayhem, giggling in blissful ignorance at the puppy’s ungainly antics. He took a single step toward her when a voice like shards of glass cut into him.
“You, Mr. Mason, are a complete and total idiot,” Mrs. Locke announced in ringing tones of disgust.
He spun in his tracks. He’d completely forgotten about the caseworker. She continued to sit beneath the canopied portion of the patio. Without taking her gaze from him, she picked up her glass of iced tea with impressive casualness and took a dainty sip.
She offered a sour smile. “Forgot I was here, didn’t you?” He muttered a word that had the woman’s carefully stenciled eyebrows climbing. “I certainly hope you don’t use that sort of language around Isabella on a regular basis,” she said.
“Since she doesn’t talk, I didn’t think it mattered,” he shot