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wanted it dealt with and done. ‘My limo is waiting. Let’s at least conduct this conversation in the privacy of my car.’
    With a shrug Zoe followed him to the sleek car idling by the kerb. Aaron jerked open the door and ushered her in, sliding in across from her. He pressed the intercom for the driver.
    ‘Drive around the block a couple of times, please, Brian.’
    ‘Very good, sir.’
    He took a deep breath and stared hard at Zoe. ‘Look, let’s cut to the chase, Zoe. The baby isn’t mine.’
    She stared at him for at least thirty seconds, her gaze sweeping over him slowly, as if taking the measure of him—and finding it decidedly lacking. Not that he cared one iota about her opinion of him. Then she let out one short huff of laughter and looked away. ‘You know, I had a feeling you’d go that route.’
    ‘Of course I would,’ Aaron snapped. ‘I used protection.’
    ‘Well, Super Stud, we’re in the lucky two percent when that protection fails.’
    ‘That’s impossible.’
    ‘Statistically, no. Two percent does not equal impossible, genius.’
    He closed his eyes for a second, willing himself not to lose his temper. He needed to stay in control of this conversation. ‘Very unlikely, then.’
    ‘I agree with you there.’ She gave a rather grim smile. She didn’t seem very pleased about this turn of events, Aaron realised. And she looked pale and drawn.
    ‘So what do you want?’ he asked, gazing at her levelly.
    ‘From you? Nothing. If you want to deny being this baby’sfather, that’s fine with me. I was only telling you as a courtesy anyway.’ She met his gaze, grey eyes blazing, arms folded. Aaron felt a surge of alarm—as well as another tiny dart of admiration at her strength and courage.
    ‘So you intend to keep this baby.’
    Her gaze never wavered from his but he saw shadows in her eyes, like ripples in water. ‘Yes.’
    ‘I could demand a paternity test, you know.’
    ‘Go right ahead. I looked into it, anyway. I can have one done at nine weeks.’ Her mouth curved in a humourless smile. ‘Then you’ll finally be able to put your mind at ease.’
    Her utter certainty shook him. Was she bluffing, or did she really believe this baby was his?
Could
it be his? The thought was terrifying. And surely—surely—impossible? ‘How do you even know this baby is mine?’ he asked in a low voice.
    She pressed her lips together and glanced away. ‘Contrary to the impression you’ve obviously formed of me, I don’t sleep around. You’re the only candidate, hot shot.’
    He felt shock bolt through him as he acknowledged for the first time that she was actually pregnant with his baby. His
child
. He let out a long, slow breath, then lifted his grim gaze to hers. ‘All right, then. How much do I have to pay you to have an abortion?’
    Zoe blinked and sat back as if he’d struck her. She felt literally winded by his callous cruelty. The sweet passion she’d felt in his arms felt like a distant memory, absurd in light of their relationship—or lack of it—now.
    ‘You really are a first-class jerk,’ she said slowly. ‘You couldn’t pay me anything. I want to have this baby.’
    His mouth tightened. ‘Your life is hardly set up for a baby, Zoe.’
    She bristled even as she recognised the stinging truth of his words. ‘What do you know about my life?’
    ‘You work in a coffee shop.’
    ‘So?’
    ‘You live in a fifth-floor walk-up in a bad neighbourhood.’
    ‘It’s a fine neighbourhood,’ she snapped. ‘And plenty of people who aren’t millionaires living in mansions have babies.’
    Aaron folded his arms. ‘Why do you even want this baby?’
    ‘Why don’t you?’ Zoe flung back. Aaron didn’t answer, although she saw how he glanced away, as if he didn’t want to answer the question.
    ‘Well?’ she demanded. ‘I’m not asking you for anything, you know. I’ll sign whatever piece of paper you want promising never to ask you for money or help, or even acknowledge you