I Only Have Eyes for You (The Sullivans #4)(24)

She could see in Lori’s eyes confirmation of what all her siblings had known: Jake didn’t believe in love. Sophie could try the rest of her life to convince him, but it would just be a waste.

“Oh, Soph.” She scowled. “I’m still going to kill him. Just as soon as you give him the news.”

It would have been so much easier if Sophie could blame Jake for everything. But even now, she had to be fair. “It wasn’t all his fault. I tricked him into sleeping with me. I made it impossible for him to walk away.”

“Are you kidding me?” Lori let go of her hands and stomped on the wooden floor in her fury. “How could you possibly have trapped a guy like Jake into sleeping with you? Did you cement his feet to the ground and hop up on him while he begged you to stop?”

Sophie was beyond glad for the way her sister always made her laugh. Even in the worst of times. “You said you didn’t want details,” she reminded her twin.

“Right. Okay. No details. But you don’t have the kind of experience he does with the opposite sex. Seducing you would have been like taking candy from a baby.”

The word baby brought them both back to the most important issue at hand.

“You’re going to have a baby, Soph.” Lori’s eyes were wide with wonder.

Sophie put her hands over her stomach, even though she knew there had to be something barely the size of a pea inside her. That was when it finally hit her.

A baby.

Even though she was terrified, she suddenly couldn’t help but be thrilled. She was going to have a little boy or girl with Jake’s eyes, a child that would run her ragged, if Jake’s energy was anything to go by.

“I’m going to love it so much.”

Lori actually looked like she was going to cry. “All of us will.”

Oh God. Her family. Her mother. Her brothers. She didn’t want to think about how badly they’d lose it over this.

“Don’t you dare tell a soul.”

“But—”

“No one, Lori. Swear to God, you’d better let me deal with this—with Jake—the way I need to.”

Lori frowned. “Okay,” she said, very reluctantly. “But don’t forget, you’ve got at least seven people backing you up on this. Six with really big fists.”

Sophie smiled at her. “Thanks, Lori.”

“Hey,” her sister said with a smirk, “I’m just glad it’s you and not me.”

Now, there was the evil Lori she knew and loved. “You almost cried there for a second,” Sophie said.

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

The familiar patter of their bickering helped center Sophie a little more. Enough that by the time she headed back outside, she decided she was strong enough to go and do what needed to be done.

It was time to tell Jake he was going to be a father.

Chapter Ten

The numbers on the spreadsheets covering the desk in Jake’s home office blurred before his eyes. As difficult as words were for him to process, numbers had always been easy.

He shoved away from his desk, knowing any work he tried to do now he’d have to re-do in the morning. The only reason he’d stayed home tonight was to power through some work. If he wasn’t going to be able to get any of it done, he might as well be at one of the pubs working the taps.

He grabbed his cell phone off the kitchen counter and saw a missed call from Zach Sullivan. For ten weeks he’d gone out of his way to avoid the Sullivans. He couldn’t face Zach or Marcus or Chase or Gabe, not knowing what he’d done to their sister. It was the lowest he’d ever stooped, so low he still couldn’t believe what he’d done. He kept hoping he’d wake up and it would all be a crazy dream...but any time he managed to sleep, all he could see was Sophie and the look in her eyes when she’d told him she loved him.

Forever.

He knew better, knew she couldn’t actually love him. She loved a fantasy version of Jake McCann that she’d probably been writing in one of her childhood journals since she was a little girl in pink dresses and pigtails.

She’d never forgive him for what he’d done and Jake knew he didn’t deserve her forgiveness, just as he knew it was for the best that she steer clear of him from now on. Because now that he knew the taste of her, the feel of her...

He needed to get to the pub, where the noise and activity would distract him from thinking about her. He shoved his phone in his pocket, grabbed his car keys, and yanked open the front door.

Sophie Sullivan stood on his front steps. “Oh, hi. I was just about to knock.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

It was exactly what he’d asked her when she’d showed up at his rental house in Napa. He knew coming at her so aggressively wasn’t doing a damn thing to make up for the way he’d treated her, but it was the best he could do given that even looking at Sophie had his brain cells scrambling.

She looked uncertain and uncomfortable. Along with tired—at least as tired as he felt.

“Could I come inside?”

“Don’t you remember what happened the last time?” He all but growled the words at her, but even though she paled and her eyes widened, she didn’t make a move to leave.

“Yes,” she said softly. “That’s exactly what I’m here to talk to you about.”