No Commitment (Capital Kingsmen #1) - Lisa Suzanne Page 0,67

get what she wants.”

I stand up, too, and I walk toward the window...toward him. “Believe me, Tyler. Nothing about this is what I want. All I wanted was you. I thought I was doing right by her. I thought I was making the ultimate sacrifice of potentially my own happiness to ensure she’d have everything she deserved.”

“And that’s what hurts the most, Dani,” he says softly. “You never once even considered that having me in her life was what she deserved.”

With the parting shot of those words, he opens the door to his balcony and steps outside, shutting the door behind him as a way to tell me he just needs some time alone.

I sit back on his couch and stare at his figure as he looks out over the view of LA in heavy contemplation.

But the question remains. Where do we go from here?

CHAPTER 33

TYLER

As I stare at the skyline ahead of me, it’s the hurt that keeps stabbing at me.

I want to be the bigger man. I’m so goddamn in love with her, and I want to be with her.

But how can I be after everything I just learned? She thought some stranger she met at work was a better fit to be Luna’s father than me, the guy she fucked on her desk at work. And that hurts.

But hurts can heal. Pain can heal. I’m just not entirely sure yet what sort of scars all this will leave behind and whether I’ll be able to get past what she did.

I hope I can.

But I keep going back to the fact that she didn’t have faith in me. She didn’t have faith in us. What we had was explosive, but we spent a lot of time afterward communicating. It was all sex during the limited physical time we spent together, but we got to know each other on another level when I was touring and calling her every night.

She’s the woman for me, and yet this new twist makes me think that maybe I’m not meant to be with just one woman for the rest of my life.

Of all the things she just said to me, it’s Tommy’s words that keep replaying in my mind like some bad jingle.

Think about what she was doing.

Think about what’s best for that kid.

He’s right—at least in the traditional sense. It would be an easier life for her not to be the daughter of a celebrity. Maybe I’m being too hard on Dani. Celebrity life is a strange thing, and fame and fortune makes people do weird things. Part of me gets her motivation on that front. But I don’t get how she could block me and just never bother telling me.

She didn’t have to do it in person. She made that choice, and she didn’t like that I had obligations aside from her.

And even in thinking that, I suppose part of me understands how alone she must have felt, especially when I told her I was going to be locked in a house without my phone for thirty days.

That’s an entire month she knew she’d be without me.

She was desperate to tell me about the baby, desperately lonely in Wisconsin by herself, with her family thousands of miles away while she stayed in a place where the only thing she had was her career, a career that she wouldn’t have been able to achieve in California...a career she lost anyway.

And then along came Ford to fix everything.

What a goddamn mess.

We didn’t even delve into Ford in all this. He’s on her birth certificate. A blood test will be simple enough to determine Luna’s true paternity, but where does that leave him? He’s been her dad for two years. How do I take her away from him? Should I even be thinking of him in all this? It was his idea in the first place. He had to know there was a risk of the truth coming out at some point.

And here we are. At some point.

I’m not sure how long I’m standing out there when the slider door to my balcony opens. I turn around, and Dani stands there holding the baby. Our baby. My baby.

I’m in awe.

She has my eyes.

She has a shock of dark hair. It’s short, too short for bows or clips or whatever little girls put in their hair, but it matches mine. She’s all me. I don’t need to take a blood test to see that proof.

If I didn’t believe in love at first sight before...I