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I HAD A VASECTOMY.

Trina had a mental car crash. “Vasectomy,” she repeated. “When? How?”

He nodded. “A couple of months before the wedding. Brooke and I had agreed that we didn’t want children. How?” He gave a wry grin. “The usual way. Snip. Snip.”

He jammed his hands into his pockets while she tried to digest the news.

“So you see it couldn’t be me,” he said.

Exactly, she agreed. Except it couldn’t be anyone else unless she’d gotten pregnant by immaculate conception, and Trina had heard of only one woman who’d done that.

The problem was that she hadn’t had sex with anyone in months because she’d been working double time on the reality show project for Bellagio.

“I don’t know who else you were involved with at the time,” he ventured.

No one. She glanced at Walker and felt an odd surge of feelings. Loss. She felt a sense of loss. Crazy. Even though she’d known he wouldn’t want a child, she’d hoped that just seeing Maddie would make him at least give it a second’s consideration.

She saw the flat-out determination on his face that Maddie wasn’t his. Trina had envisioned a variety of responses from Walker, but never this.

“I—uh—I don’t know what to say,” Walker said.