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playground shit for as long as you want, but you are mine , you’re carrying my child, and you’re not leaving LA today. Or tomorrow. Or without me.”
    I had almost forgotten how domineering he was.
    My furious obstinacy prickled.
    I dropped my hands to my hips.
    “I need to go home and say goodbye to Matthew. Almost the entire country away from you.”
    “No.”
    “No?” I demanded.
    “No. Let me ask you a question.” He held the door open for me, and I stormed past him to the elevator. “Do you enjoy keeping us both on strings? Does that give you a good ego stroking?”
    “You fucking ass hole,” I hissed, my fingernails digging into my palms. “Thank you. You’re making it very easy to leave.”
    “ I love you, V, and I love my baby. But I won’t let you walk all over me.”
    “What, like Kelsey did? Are you comparing me to her?!”
    “I can’t compare you to her. You’re not made of plastic.”
    “Be fucking serious!” I nearly screamed, and several people turned to stare at us.
    For once, I finally shook his cool demeanor. His expression sobered, and his jaw hardened. “Vivian, when we leave this building, cameras will be on us again. You’d better plaster that pretty smile on your face and be a good girl.”
    I barely had a moment to recover as he pushed the door open. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he tugged me to his side, grinning charmingly at the cameras.
    Cameras flashing. Paparazzi shouting in our faces.
    “ Keaton! Is it true that you’re expecting? ”
    H e avoided the question, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Everything is perfect.”
    The crowd erupted into chaos. Keaton laughed, leading me to the sleek, black Mercedes again.
    We were on the road for nearly an entire minute before the hum of the press had finally died down in my ears.
    “I’m sorry.”
    His words sounded almost surreal. I turned his way, and he reached for my face, cupping my cheek in his hand. His thumb brushed just below my eye, and only then did I realize that I’d been crying.
    “ You’re sorry?” I repeated, almost dumbfounded.
    H e leaned in closer, and I took a shaking breath.
    I wanted to rest my forehead on his lips and run my fingers over his stubbly jaw. The earthy scent of him dizzied my senses. “You always smell like summer.”
    His slow smile touched his eyes. “ Do you like that?”
    “Of course I do.”
    We stayed just like that for a long moment, with only his hand cradling my face, my eyes closed, and his breath warm on my lips.
    “ Tell me what you like about him.”
    My eyes popped open, and my brows furrowed. “Him? Matthew?”
    “Yeah.”
    The car took a sharp turn, and he caught me as I slid toward him.
    “Why, so you can make fun of him? Snap at me?”
    “No.” He dropped his hand, sitting back against the seat. “No. I’ll stop. I’m being unfair, and I realize that. I know that he was… is … a huge part of your life. I want to know everything.”
    I considered his calm words. This new, quiet curiosity was so out of character for him.
    “Why?” I repeated, a little more forcefully.
    He reached for my stomach, his thumb brushing over my dress. “I want this to go deeper than a weekend together. Think about it, V. We spent one weekend together. One weekend in an entire lifetime. One weekend, and I’m ready to spend my whole life with you. I want to understand why I feel this way, and I need to understand where you came from. Your whole character. Am I making sense?”
    “My whole character?” I repeated. “ Is this about the movie?”
    He shook his head. “This is about you and me.”
    We were almost back at his office.
    I looked down at the leather seat. “Matthew is loyal. He’s calm. He accepts me no matter what I say or do.”
    He nodded encouragingly. I took that to mean that he wanted me to continue.
    “When I was pregnant with Rory,” I began slowly, carefully, refusing to let those emotions surface, “my mom and dad cut me out of their lives. They