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“Does Being Here Alone With Me Bother You?”

Jesse said, a sardonic smile curving one corner of his sexy mouth.

“No,” Mandy lied. “Though I wondered why you chose this place for us to meet.”

“But this is where it all began, Mandy. This is where our son was conceived. It’s the perfect place to discuss his future.”

He nodded toward the center of the grassy, moonlit glen. “I’d wait for you right there while you slipped out of your father’s house to meet your half-breed lover.”

Tears filled Mandy’s eyes. Oh, please, Jesse, she cried silently. Don’t do this.

But Jesse wasn’t through with her yet. He took a step closer, hooked a finger in the strand of hair that shadowed her face and dropped his lips to her neck.

Heat curled through her. “What do you want from me?” she whispered.

“My son.”