Dr Stanton Boxset by Swan T L & Swan T L

Author:Swan, T L & Swan, T L [Swan, T L]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-06-22T16:00:00+00:00

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I watch the Aston Martin pull into the driveway.

He’s here.

“Owen?” I call. “You have a visitor.”

21

Cameron

I turn the engine off and look up at the house. God, this is my worst nightmare.

How do you tell a kid that you’re his father when you don’t believe it yourself?

I know it’s true, I have the proof, and yet somehow, I feel like I’m in a bad dream and any minute Ashley is going to laugh and tell me it’s all a joke. Then I can go back to having her in my arms and being happy.

I can stop resenting her so much.

I don’t want to resent her… but I can’t help it. How could she have hidden this from me?

I take out my phone and scroll through it, hoping to find an urgent message from the hospital saying I’m needed—that I have to be somewhere. I want to be anywhere but here. I grip the steering wheel in my hands as I imagine how this is going to go. How would I have felt if some stranger turned up and announced that he was my father? What would I have thought of him?

Poor kid. What a fucked up start to his life.

Right, that’s it. I need to make this right.

With renewed determination, I climb out of the car and head to the door and knock. I glance up the street as a man starts to mow his lawn and I look around. At least this is a nice neighborhood they’re living in.

The door opens in a rush and Ashley stands before me. Her hair is in a high ponytail and she has no makeup on. My heart somersaults in my chest. She’s so fucking beautiful.

“Hey,” I push out.

She smiles and it kicks me right in the gut. “Hi, Cam. Thanks for coming. Please come in.”

God, she smells good.

I follow her into the house and glance around. It seems so strange being here without her on my mind. When I was here before, I was so focused on her I don’t remember much about the house. It’s homey, nice and clean, and I know she said she moved with bare essentials and put the rest of her stuff in storage back in New York. She walks into the kitchen and I follow her, unsure what to do.

“Would you like a cup of coffee?” she asks.

“Please.” I frown as I take a seat on a stool at the kitchen counter.

She fusses about and I sit silently, uncomfortable. I feel myself begin to perspire.

She turns and hands me my coffee. “Do you still want to tell him today?”

“Yes.” I sip my coffee. “I’m not starting our relationship with lies.”

Her eyes hold mine. “Like we did, you mean?”

I raise my eyebrow and sip my coffee. “No comment,” I murmur.

She blows out a breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be snarky and I know you are doing the best you can.”

I purse my lips as I watch a small spot on the kitchen counter. I need to focus on anything but looking in her eyes.

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