She could ignore her ex who had been blowing up her phone for over a week just like she’d been doing to his texts and voicemails.
But he wasn’t going away, and maybe this would be the end of it.
“I know you’re in there, Jocelyn. I heard you talking.”
Not to mention the fact that the TV was on and Maverick’s music was going on his toy.
She unlocked the door and pulled it open.
“What do you want?” she asked.
He looked past her and saw Chance’s son on the floor, his jaw dropping.
“You had a baby?”
“Does that look like a baby to you?” she asked. What an idiot.
“It looks like a toddler and one that could be my son,” Victor squeaked out. “You bitch. How could you have my kid and not tell me?”
She threw her hands up. “Oh, my God. You saw me a year ago. You wouldn’t even leave me alone for the year after I left you. You would have known if I were pregnant and I wasn’t. I should kick your butt for even insinuating I’d be that kind of a person, let alone you calling me a bitch.”
She whispered the last word. Maverick’s vocabulary was increasing by leaps and bounds and that wasn’t a word she wanted him to pick up.
“Then whose kid is it?”
“I don’t owe you any explanations,” she said. “But I’m going to give you some so you’ll leave me alone. First off, I’m not sure how you found out I was dating someone, but it’s none of yourdamn business since we’ve been done for years. Over two years to be exact.”
“So it’s your new boyfriend’s baby?” Victor asked. “Where is he? I want to see who you think is better than I am.”
She laughed. “There are many people better than you out there. All this time you’ve been gone and you’re back because you hear I’m dating someone. I don’t get it. None of it.”
“What we had was great,” Victor said. His voice got that annoying whine to it that it had while he was begging her to return to him. “I’ve changed. I saw a therapist.”
“Good for you,” she said sarcastically.
“I mean it. I’m better. She told me to go back to the last person I was with. The one who said I was damaged and try to make amends. To repair that relationship. That’s what I wanted to do. But I saw you with some guy the first night I was here.”
“You’ve been watching me?” she asked.
“No. I didn’t mean that. I know your parking spot, and there has been a truck in front of the garage door. Then you came out with the person that night and leaned in to kiss him.”
She had no clue when that could have been that he wouldn’t have seen Maverick. Unless the toddler was already in the truck when Victor pulled in.
None of it mattered.
“I don’t care. We are done. You’re not welcome here. I’m glad you’ve got a therapist and that she’s getting you all set in the head.”
“She said there wasn’t anything wrong with me,” Victor said. “That it’s natural to have urges like that. I just needed to explain it and come to a common ground.”
“Save your breath for the next person,” she said. “I mean it. Go.”
“Is there a problem here?”
She’d heard the elevator ding and was hoping it wasn’t Chance who would turn the corner and see Victor standing in her doorway.
On second thought, maybe this was a good thing.
“Nope,” she said. “Because Victor, my ex, was just leaving.”
