Page 43 of Power Move

“He’s in his thirties andrideable?”

“Totally,” I said.

“Dora—my youngest sister—still rides competitively. Daphne and Delanie rode, too, but neither like Dora does. Cal’s sister, Chloe, is a real world-beater. She is known as a horse influencer. You should have warned me, Eva.”

“Why?” I laughed.

“Because I avoid horse girls,” Davey joked. “It’s a disease.”

I smiled slyly. “And you wanted to come all the way out here?”

“I wanted to bring you home safely.”

The car slowed. The driver lowered the partition

“Just give us a second,” Davey said.

“I’m here,” I murmured, feeling half asleep.

“Well, if you… if you want to talk about anything at all. Just text me. Or if youneedanything?—”

“You’re going to flee to Indiana? C’mon!”

“Sure.”

I patted his knee. “I don’t think I need saving, Davey. But thank you.”

He squeezed my hand. “I’m just saying… as you said… I owe you, baby.”

Baby?

My face showed it all.

“I… I’m sorry.” Davey pulled his hand away and looked down. “Shit, I… we were bonding, and I fucking ruined it.”

I suddenly believed him. His reaction was genuine—Iflusteredhim. I made David Delphinenervous. He trusted me.

I grabbed his hand. “It’s okay. It’s been a long day.”

His eyes met mine in the low light, sending an impulse which confused me. I wanted tokisshim. I hated it. Why, oh why, did I want to kiss this man? His eyes were soft, and his hand was gentle in mine. He was vulnerable and already missing me.

Say something idiotic so I can hate you again, Davey!

But he didn’t.

“I’ll… text you,” I dropped his hand.

The driver rushed to open my door. Davey watched me step inside the house. I watched their headlights fade, creeping upstairs. It was the weirdest night—my billionaire boss with a Bentley dropped me off at my childhood home after we wined and dined another very rich man. My boss was my baby daddy. Shit was weird right now.

I crawled into bed with as many pillows as I could take from the linen closet without my mother finding out. I couldn’t rest yet. My mind filtered back to Davey’s genuine concern about my reaction to calling him baby.

I picked up my phone.

ME

Do you want to try to get together and start talking about arrangements for this kid?

It was bold and I worried he’d react poorly.