Nobody's Baby but Mine(49)

“God, I hate you!”

“Not any more than what I think of you!” Cal’s eyes blazed with anger and something else that was now so clear Jane couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it all along—a keen, biting intelligence.

She wanted to throw herself at him and scratch that intelligence from his eyes, chop open his cranium and pluck it from his brain. He was supposed to be stupid! He read comic books! How could he betray her like this?

The last of her self-control shredded, and she knew she had to get away before she fell apart. With an exclamation of fury, she whirled around and dashed back into the kitchen, where she flew out the rickety back door.

As she began to run, she heard a roar of rage coming from behind her. “You get back here! Don’t make me run after you, or you’ll be sorry!”

She wanted to hit something. She wanted to throw herself in a deep hole and let the earth close in on top of her, anything to stop the awful pain raging inside her body. This baby that she already loved more than she’d ever loved anything was going to be a freak.

She didn’t hear him come up behind her, and she gasped when he spun her around. “I told you to stop!” he shouted.

“You’ve ruined everything!” she screamed back.

“Me?” His face was pale with rage. “You damned liar! You’re an old lady! A goddamn old lady!”

“I’ll never forgive you for this!” She balled her hand into a fist and hit him in the chest so hard the pain shot into her arm.

He was spitting fury. He began to grab her by both arms, but she had been transported into a place of vengeance and she wouldn’t be restrained. This man had harmed her unborn child, and she, who had never hit another person, wanted his blood.

She went wild. Her glasses flew off, but she didn’t care. She kicked and clawed and tried to damage him in any way she could.

“You stop this right now! Stop it!” His bellow shook the very treetops. Once again he tried to restrain her, but she sank her teeth into his upper arm.

“Ouch!” His eyes widened with outrage. “That hurt, dammit!”

The violence felt good. She lifted her knee to slam it into his groin and found her feet swept out from under her.

“Oh, no, you don’t . . .”

He went down with her, breaking her fall with his own body, then twisting to pinion her against the ground.

The fight had taken everything out of her, but he was a man who took hits for a living, and he wasn’t even winded. He was, however, enraged, and he let her have it.

“You settle down right now, you hear me? You’re acting like a crazy woman! You are crazy! You lied to me, cheated me, and now you’re trying to kill me, not to mention the fact that you can’t be doing that baby any good with your carryin’ on. I swear to God I’m going to have you locked up in a mental ward and shot full of Thorazine.”

Her eyes stung with tears that she didn’t want him to see, but couldn’t hold back. “You’ve ruined everything.”

“Me?” He bristled with outrage. “I’m not the one who’s acting like a lunatic. And I’m not the one who told everybody I was twenty-eight fucking years old!”

“I never told you that, and don’t you curse at me!”

“You’re thirty-four! Thirty-four! Were you ever planning on mentioning that to me?”

“When was I supposed to mention it? Should I have told you when you were stalking me in my classroom, or when you were screaming at me over the telephone? How about when you pushed me on the airplane? Or maybe I should have let you know after you locked me up in your house? Is that when I should have told you?”

“Don’t try to weasel out of it. You knew it was important to me, and you deliberately misled me.”

“Deliberately? Now there’s a big word for a dumb jock. Do you think it’s cute putting on that asinine hillbilly act and making everyone think you’re a moron? Is that your idea of a good time?”

“What are you talking about?”

She spit the words at him. “University of Michigan. Summa cum laude.”

“Oh, that.” Some of the tension left his body, and his weight eased on her.

“God, I hate you,” she whispered. “I would have had a better chance at a sperm bank.”

“Exactly where you should have gone in the first place.”

Despite his words, he no longer sounded quite so angry, but acid churned in her stomach. She knew she had to ask him, even though she dreaded hearing the answer, and she forced out the words. “What’s your IQ?”

“I have no idea. Unlike you, I don’t keep it tattooed on my forehead.” He rolled to the side, which allowed her to struggle to her feet.