Seduction on the Sand (The Billionaires of Barefoot Bay #2)(48)



He had nothin’.

“I don’t even remember you,” he said, the words sounding as jagged as they felt. He looked at her, the impact of her striking blue-green eyes another blow to the brain. How wasted had he been to forget this girl?

“Of course you don’t remember me,” she said. “I’ve never met you.”

“But...this...” He looked at the paper, trying like hell to focus and read as a slow fire of horror sparked in his gut and rolled up to burn his chest. Voluntary Termination of Parental Rights? “This isn’t a paternity suit?”

“No, this is my guarantee that I can live in complete peace without any ax hanging over my head.”

What the hell was she talking about?

“I don’t want to wake up some morning and find out the Ivory family machine is out to take Dylan away from me.”

“You just said he...we...” He let out a shredded breath. “I don’t get this at all.”

She nudged the paper closer. “His mother is dead, and I’m his legal guardian. And all you need to do is sign right there, and I’ll handle the rest of the red tape. I’m good at that.”

Dead? Was she saying this boy was an orphan? “Where...how...who...” He finally shut his mouth to stop the babble. After a second, he asked, “What happened to her?”

“She was in a car accident.” She held out a pen. “Just pretend it’s an autograph, Nate. You’ve signed a thousand of them.”

Yes, he had. But he wasn’t signing this one. Not until he got to the bottom of this and not until...he saw his son. Or did some unraveling himself...of a very creative scam. Which is what this could be.

“No. I will not sign that.”

She leaned forward and speared him with her glittery gaze. “I have enough information about you in this notebook to fill a year’s worth of the National Enquirer.”

Her tone actually sent a cold chill up his spine. Cold enough to tempt him...to sign. It would be so easy. Two scratches of a pen and he could go play baseball and drink scotch and live his life. No scandal, no problems, no...way.

“Bring it, Liza.” He took off his glasses and tossed them on the table just to be certain she could see his eyes. “I’m not signing anything.”

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