10
BECKY
“We’re not having s*x,” I blurted as Clint ushered me out to his truck with a hand at my low back, my suitcase in his other hand.
I was dying to have s*x with him. Especially when I’d just had all six feet of hard body covering mine on the bed, but if we got naked, he might notice my baby bump, and then complications would become problems.
I had enough of those. My, hopefully, soon-to-be-ex husband had just been outside my bedroom window. I was obviously in no position to get involved with someone new, even if that someone was the father of my unborn child.
Especially because that someone was the father of my child.
I was being cruel, I knew, but God, I couldn’t be stuck with Clint out of pity or because we’d had an epic contraceptive fail. Thanks to my parents, I knew what
