circumstances, had to be simple-minded. What did he care? Pay her off and be rid of her, but the woman and circumstances kept driving him back.
When he discovered his actions resulted in her pregnancy, and her husband divorcing her for refusing to abort his baby, Drew proposed and bullied her into a marriage of convenience, to give the child his name his only reason. After being branded a bastard by the man he meant to destroy, he swore no child of his would suffer the label. Even after her raving ex-husband warns that she isn’t normal, that she’s a witch who makes bad things happen to get even with people, he goes back. He didn’t believe it or credit it to the house burning down or his plane crashing.
Was she the naïve, submissive mouse she seemed? A witch casting spells to keep him going back? Was her aim revenge or was she just a greedy, dangerous woman who found out he had millions? Would he survive to destroy his father or discover how deadly sweet, bland Letitia could be?
- SNEAK PEEK -
Booths lined one wall, tables sat in front of the windows, and a counter ran along the back. Only two of three booths were filled. At the first one, the old biddies from before were avidly tearing someone apart. Drew took the empty booth in the back corner and read the menu, trying to curb his impatience and ignore the women.
“Why else would she be riding in this kind of weather if not to lose it?”
“She rides all the time, Hazel,” a younger woman stated.
With a snort, Hazel continued. “Not with the snow threatening to come down. I tell you, she’s trying to lose it, and why wouldn’t she? Who would want the child of a rapist?”
“She could have done that legally.”
“Why didn’t she? Poor Eddie begged and pleaded for her to get an abortion. No wonder he got that quickie divorce.”
Drew ground his teeth with the desire to choke Hazel.
“Abortion is murder,” another, older woman, said in a harsh whisper.
“So is deliberately causing a miscarriage.”
“Doctors say it’s all right to ride,” another said. “They told my Emmy to keep on, as long as it didn’t cause her discomfort.”
“Nonsense, a woman wasn’t made to be astride a horse while she’s carrying. Mark my words, she’ll lose it if she doesn’t stop this nonsense. I can’t say I blame her. I know I wouldn’t want a bastard beget by a rapist.”
Drew shot to his feet. The women glanced up as he stomped out of the café, slamming the door behind him. His temper hadn’t cooled in the slightest before Letitia finally returned home, on foot, looking like a beggar in a ragged coat, worn jeans, and scuffed, wet boots. Her look of surprise at seeing him pacing her porch was replaced with dread as he bore down on her.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded. “Why did you leave it up to a bunch of evil mouthed bitches in a café to let me know?”
“Know what?” she asked in a tired voice.
He nearly shouted, “Are you pregnant?”
“Is it mine?”
“God damn you, that’s no reason to murder it!”
“Murder?” She took a step back, her hand resting on her stomach. “What are you talking about?”
“It seems to be common knowledge that you’re deliberately trying to kill a rapist’s baby. Why the hell didn’t you just abort it when poor Eddie begged you to?”
She stood up straight, all five-foot-seven inches of her. “I think you better leave.”
“You’re not going to murder that baby. I’ll find some way to stop you.”
He grabbed her by the hand and dragged her behind him. She was so stunned they reached the car before she struggled to free herself.
“What are you doing?”
“Get in.” He flung the car door open and pushed her in.
“You shouldn’t do this,” she stated in her usual passive tone.
“I’m going to marry you.”
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