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SAMANTHA

I fight tears just seeing Dante. God, the way he looked at me, something raw in his ice-blue eyes…. But I have to move on. He’d told me himself that this couldn’t go anywhere.

And he’s right.

It couldn’t. It can’t.

Nothing’s changed.

Except that I’m carrying his baby.

But Sofia and I talked about it. “What if you find a new boyfriend? Get married or something? You’d have to do it fast,” Sofia had suggested.

I stared at her. “You want me to baby trap someone?”

She winced. “I guess so.”

I thought about it. “I don’t know. But maybe I could at least try to move on. And if it happens that I do get serious with someone, then…”

“Then you could pass the baby off as his.”

I winced that time. “That sounds so horrible.”

“But is it? It’s not like Dante will ever find out.”

And my father would never find out.

That’s the important part. And now that I’ve been with Dante, now that I feltthat, how could anyone else compare?

Did it matter who I moved on with, as long as they were good with kids?

I decided it didn’t. So at this party, I’m going to do my best to stop thinking about Dante.

Which is a near impossible feat, especially since every time I look up, his eyes are on me.

Reese arrives and I breathe out a sigh of relief, rushing to him. “Sorry I couldn’t invite Vaughn, given she’s the daughter of the devil and all.”

He snorts out a laugh. “Don’t worry about it. She’s mad at me anyway.”

“Why?” I take his arm, leading him over to the corner of the house, Sofia on our heels.

“Don’t tell me you two are broken up again,” Sofia hisses.

Reese shakes his head but he looks a bit glum. “Not yet, anyway. She didn’t want me coming here.” He snorts out a laugh. “Get this. She’s jealous of Samantha.”

Sofia bursts out laughing. “Sam is like the last person she should be jealous of.”

“I know. I keep telling her she’s like a little sister to me.”

“I’m only two weeks younger than you.”

“Still. Baby sister,” he teases, ruffling my hair.

I whine. “Hey, took me hours to curl that!” I head to a nearby mirror, fixing it.

“She’s trying to find a hubby,” Sofia whispers to him, almost conspiratorially.