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“But how can I survive on that?” Hillary screeched.
He sliced his hand through the air. “Oh, poor you. Twenty thousand a month, how will you survive? You’ll have to learn to land on your feet like the cat you are. Now get out.”
“Favian, please,” Hillary begged.
“I said get out,” he roared and watched her scuttle away. She wanted a man with Spanish blood in his veins, but this was the consequences she would face for messing with someone he cared about.
He heard the door slam and he sat down for a moment to catch his breath and cool his rage. Jesus, he had no idea such a vile evilness lived in the woman he called sister. He knew that she was spoiled, petty and could be downright inconsiderate, but to do this? It was inconceivable, and to think she thought he would love her after all of that.
First, he would call the locksmith, and then Remy to let him know he was right. After that he’d call his private detective and get on the hunt for his little British fox. Adira was his from the time she asked him to kiss her and laid in his bed. He was going after her and bringing her back to him. Then, from there, he would woo her until she said she’d stay with him forever. He remembered what his mother and father had before his mother passed away, before Tammy and Hillary came into the picture. He knew he could find that with Adira. His stepsister’s treachery would not ruin it for them.
Chapter Four
“So I’m pregnant,” Adira said numbly.
She’d been back from her doctor appointment for an hour now and the news still had her in shock, it hung heavily, like lead, in her stomach, making her nauseated.
Her neighbor Lynette came over to hear the verdict. It was Lynette who forced her to the clinic when her flu symptoms seemed to get worse instead of better after weeks of feeling ill. Lynette was twenty-seven and a cocoa-brown beauty with pink frosted punk rocker hair and a full sleeve tattoo down one arm. You wouldn’t think the girl was a genius, but she was. She worked from her flat programming software and selling it to the highest bidder. She could afford to live anywhere, but refused to. She liked her simple apartment and was the most down-to-earth person Adira ever knew. They met taking the rubbish out to the bins one evening and had been friends ever since.
“No flies on you, love.” Lynette laughed and poured Adira a cup of tea from her small teakettle in the kitchenette. “When will you tell the father?”
“How about never,” Adira said. Her heart ached just thinking about Favian. For six weeks she mourned her choice to believe and trust him. Now it seemed her fantasy night had led to a permanent consequence: She’d be having Favian Rivera’s baby.
“Oh, you think the American won’t want the baby,” Lynette said. “You should give him the chance to say one way or another, shouldn’t you?”
“I doubt very much he’d care since I seemed to be only one of the dozen trollops running through his harem,” Adira snapped.
Lynette rolled her eyes. “I doubt very much the man has that many women and if he does, he probably is a damn fine lover. Can I sign up?”
“Lyn, don’t be a ninny. I have a serious problem here,” Adira said. “I’ll be an unwed mother on a shop girl’s salary.”
“You aren’t the first nor shall you be the last,” she said primly. “There are always options.”
“You mean get rid of it? I will not even consider the thought!” Adira pressed her hand over her still flat stomach. “I’m only ten weeks along, but it’s a life and it’s my baby. I won’t discard him or her like trash. I know that feeling all too well.”
“Then be happy and if you decide to tell the father and he acts like a horse’s ass, I’ll get Angry Billy after him with his guitar.” Lynette squeezed her shoulder. “And I’m here. I’ll always be here, my friend. I could pay for everything—”
“Oh, no you won’t. I have never taken your money and I will not start now. But it is a lovely gesture.” Adira felt herself tearing up. “Oh, bloody hell, the hormones have me weepy already.”
“Yeah, let’s blame it on the hormones,” Lynette said and wiped a few tears from her own eye. “You’re going to have a cute little baby! Okay…whew. I’m good. Us rock girls don’t cry.”
The sound of her door buzzer made her frown. Her friend looked over at her curiously and Adira shrugged before saying, “I’m not expecting anyone. Are you?”
“Billy is going to pop by later on for a shag and cuddle, but he wouldn’t come here.” Lynette stood up. “Let me go see. You sit and finish your cuppa.”
