Page 137 of Wilde Flame

Rachel looked back at me. “My God, how old is she, Caden? What grown woman wears pigtails?”

“The woman I’m having a baby with does. Rachel, I don’t want you here.”

She started to take off her coat when I held up my hand.

“I’m not kidding around—you need to leave.”

Letting out a long and dramatic sigh, Rachel pulled off her gloves. “Caden, don’t be like this. What happened a few years ago was a mistake on my part. I needed to get out and explore the world a little. I’ve done that, and I’m ready to settle down now. I’ve come back for you.”

“Are you serious right now?” Lilibeth asked with a stunned expression. “You think you can just walk back into his life and all is well?”

Rachel turned to Lilibeth. “I am the love his life.”

I laughed, walked over to her, and grabbed her by the arm, walking her backward until we got to the door.

She smirked at me. “I always did like it when you took control.”

Turning, I placed my hand on Lilibeth’s back and walked her to the other side of the room.

“I’m going to follow Rachel back out to the road, change the damn code, then come right back.”

Lilibeth nodded. “I’m not feeling very well. I think I’ll head to bed.”

“I won’t be long.”

Another nod.

I bent down to look at her. “I’m sorry she came here.”

Nodding, she said, “You have nothing to be sorry about, Caden. She was the one who showed up here unannounced.”

I leaned down and kissed her. “Do you need anything? Something for your stomach?”

With a shake of her head, she replied, “I’m just tired.”

“I’ll be right back, I promise.”

Lilibeth smiled, then it faded when she looked past me.

Rachel hadn’t waited in the foyer. She’d taken her coat off and was sitting on the sofa.

I walked over, grabbed her coat, and took her arm once again. “You’re leaving.”

“Caden, what are you doing?” she protested, as I practically dragged her to the door.

“It’s up to you if you want your coat on or not, but we’re leaving right now.”

“Where are we going?” she asked with a flirty smile.

“I don’t know where you’re going, but I’m following you off the ranch.”

She blinked a few times. “You can’t mean that.”

I opened the door and guided her out. I didn’t even bother to get my own coat. I wanted her gone from my house, from the ranch…hell, from River Falls.

Once we were outside, I asked, “Who told you about Lilibeth?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, as we made our way over to her car. It was a BMW convertible. I wasn’t the least bit surprised Rachel was driving a sports car.