Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(121)

“Clarice, I have a confession too,” Hunter croaked, his throat dry, and then he turned to face her. “I am the man—”

But he couldn’t finish his sentence as he saw Clarice’s sleeping form. She was so beautiful, this avocado. She looked so peaceful.

Hunter couldn’t help himself as his body leaned itself forward of its own accord and his lips brushed themselves gently across her supple cheek.

“Clarice,” he whispered softly into her ear, his heart swelling with an emotion he didn’t know existed. “It’s me. I’m the father of your baby. Not my cousin.”

But she didn’t hear him. She was too exhausted to register what he’d said.

Once again, Hunter had to wait. And this time, he would make sure she would stay awake and hear him say those words, loud and clear.





CHAPTER 29





Hunter almost forgot to breathe. Clarice was really his goddess. He had to pinch himself in the arm just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

His goddess was so beautiful in that one-shoulder white silk dress, draped to the left, like a Grecian goddess. He found it hard to breathe. All his anger, the previous feeling of madness that was there before she arrived, had completely vanished as soon as he laid his eyes on her.

Then he remembered why he was feeling so angry with her in the first place. It was because he’d been standing outside for a damn half hour, shivering in the cold, almost freezing to death.

That’s right. Winton had decided to pick her up per Anton’s instruction. Hunter himself had ventured all the way to Clarice’s dental practice just to wait on her, only to find out later that she’d taken off half the day to prepare herself for the pre-conference ball. And Winton was the one who took her for her full body makeover. That damn shit.

That was over four hours ago. And he’d been waiting for almost half an hour now. The ball had already started, but still Clarice hadn’t shown up.

He was standing at the entrance of their hotel, waiting impatiently for her arrival, swearing once or twice as he watched the time tick by. He’d even sworn he was going to strangle Winton when he did show up.

And finally, Winton did show, driving through the throng of people milling around near the entrance of Silverton Hotel. At that time, Hunter couldn’t suppress his anger and annoyance so he stalked to Winton’s car, opened the passenger door, and dragged Clarice to the side, planning to give her a good scolding before unleashing his wrath towards Winton. Except… when he did see her, he was struck speechless and almost forgot to breathe.

“What took you so long?” he yelled at Clarice, gripping her hand so tight, forcing himself to break out of his stupid reverie.

“Excuse me?” Clarice asked in astonishment. “Has the devil decided to possess you today? I just got here. I want a drink. Now let my hand go.” Then she flung away his hand and walked elegantly, like a swan, into the reception area. Hunter saw red as he stared at her retreating back.

“Ah, Master Hunter.” Winton came trotting to him.

“Don’t Master Hunter me!” Hunter shouted, turning his wrath towards Winton now. “Where the hell did you take her?”

“Ah, to the petrol station,” Winton replied, aghast at Hunter’s devilish behavior.

“Why did you take her there?” Hunter shouted to the poor man. “You were supposed to come straight here after her makeover, which should have been over half an hour ago.”

“My car was about to run out of petrol,” Winton replied. “I needed to fill it up.”