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It takes two people for love to work
It was one night, one night when she could stop being the responsible daughter and have fun. Catalella meets a man at his bar and takes him home for a wild night. The next morning he had disappeared as he should be. Months later Catalella finds out that her night of reckless abandon had come with consequences. The problem was Catalella can’t seem to conjure up his name or how to contact him.
Ethan had decided to stay away from relationships ever since his wife abandoned him. So when Catalella kept on going to his club to look for him, he would take off in a different direction. What he didn’t expect was that it was fate for them to meet. Catalella is his new cooperate lawyer.
Can they overcome their distrust in order to find true love?
Catalella sat up, all desire fleeing her body and rigid shock claiming her. What was she going to say now? She got off the table and turned to look at him. Lie. That was her first thought. But what was going to happen after the lie? She needed to find out a lot of things from him, like his family medical history and if there were things that she should look out for.
“I wasn’t supposed to, but I am.” She labored, trying to find the perfect words, and then spoke in a rush. “It’s a miracle or a fluke. Before you came into my life I had accepted the fact that I was never going to be a mother. Then you came and we had sex, then you left me, leaving me with a note and…and a baby.”
“No!” His voice cracked with rage as a look of horror filled his eyes. “You said it was fine, that you couldn’t get pregnant.”
Catalella didn’t understand why he was so angry. She hadn’t asked anything from him.
“Is that why you put that clause in the contract? You wanted to trap me?” he accused.
“I don’t need your money,” Catalella responded with the same vehemence in her voice. “You aren’t the only one with a rich daddy.”
She regretted it the second she said it. She watched as his face twisted in pain, but then a shadow crossed his features and his expression immediately closed. Everyone knew that Ethan McCrery, Senior, had died of a heart attack some years back. She also knew, through the gossip columns, that Ethan didn’t get to say goodbye. He’d barely made it to the funeral.
“I’m sorry I said that. But I’m not going to feel bad about my baby. You can be angry for the rest of your life if you want to, but I’m happy for myself.”
“Are you going to keep it?” His voice struggled to sound out the words.
“I’m not going to have an abortion, and I hate you for even thinking I would.” Stepping closer, she said in a dark, urgent voice, “This is my baby—you don’t have to have any part of this pregnancy if you don’t want to. But I will not feel sorry that I am pregnant. That I finally have what I want. You wanted me to survive—well, this baby is the reason that I will.”
“I’m sorry.” His voice softened as he sank to the floor.
Catalella went to him, trying not to feel sorry for the picture of a broken boy in front of her. “If you want, I can prepare some papers and you can sign over your parental rights. You don’t need to be part of this. This is my only chance. My one and only chance to be a mother. I can’t give it up.”
“You’re happy?” he asked and she nodded. “Well, then I am happy for you.”
Musings from Michigan