“I used protection. Every. Single. Time.” I stepped closer. “There’s only one woman in my past that I didn’t use a rubber with.”
For the first time since I’d arrived home, Savannah’s gaze met mine. But she soon shook her head and looked away.
“That doesn’t mean… Accidents happen,” she said, stepping around me.
I grabbed her by the arm to keep her from walking away. “She’s not having my fucking kid,” I growled, keeping my voice low.
“How can you be so sure, Ace?” She whispered. “How do you know?”
“Because she couldn’t be pregnant by me. I can’t have kids.”
Savannah gasped. “What? How can you say that? We…or…did you get injured in the Air Force?”
I shook my head. “I never wanted another kid. Not after… Not with anyone else. So, I fixed the problem.”
She tilted her head sideways and gave me a questioning look.
“I had a vasectomy, Savannah. Right after I became an officer in the Air Force, I got it done.”
“You…” Her gaze dropped and then lifted to meet mine. “Why?”
“There was only one person I wanted to mother my children.” That feeling had never faded. I have dated since Savannah left. I’d screwed more women than I could count, to be honest. I tried desperately to screw the memory of her out of my body.
But all of those women were temporary, and I knew it. I never wanted to be tied to another woman for life. So, I made sure to prevent something unwanted from happening.
To know that Tricia was still going around accusing me of being the father of her child was bullshit. Knowing that she’d gone to my wife’s job to throw around that accusation in her face was a foul I couldn’t live with.
And I refused to let that bitch get away with it, either.
“Who are you calling?” Savannah asked as I pulled out my cell phone.
“The best PI in the state of Texas,” I told her.
CHAPTER19
Ace
Two weeks after Savannah all but told me Tricia confronted her at Brightside, I watched that liar’s car pull into the parking lot of The Rustic.
From my vantage point, I saw Tricia get out and walk toward the entrance. She held her belly with one hand. She’d gotten noticeably bigger over the past few weeks.
I was about to flip her entire world up-fucking-side down. She’d fucked with my wife one too many times. I quietly berated myself for not putting an end to her bullshit sooner.
A memory of the night months earlier when Savannah had walked into The Rustic the night of Lena’s celebration swelled around in my mind. I avoided the bar for months since then. Tonight, I was there to end Tricia’s bullshit and to move on with my family.
Maybe we could make it work this time.
I silenced that thought, tucking it into the pocket of my mind to discuss with Savannah later.
I got out of my truck and started for the entrance of The Rustic. There was a decent amount of people since it was well after five. Happy hour was in full swing.
I pressed past the bar, giving a nod at Tony while he served drinks. Gabriel was a partial owner of the bar, so I knew much of the staff. I headed toward the back booth I’d reserved for the occasion.
The table was in the far corner, right across from the jukebox. Tricia’s back was to me as I rounded the corner of the bar.
Without a word, I slid into the seat across from her.
She plastered on a huge smile. “You know, this isn’t the type of place a pregnant woman wants to be caught in.” She let out a laugh.
