Treasured by Thursday(90)
“She’s only in this for the money. Dangle a check, she’ll take it.”
Ben crossed his arms over his chest. “How can you be so sure?”
Hunter knew the lawyers were obligated to keep his secrets. So he gave them what they needed. “Because Hayden isn’t my biological son. I never slept with Sheila Watson . . . my brother did.”
A collective sigh went through the room.
“And if your brother seeks custody?”
“He can try. Once Sheila proves I’m the father, and I confirm it, Noah will have nothing to support his claim. If he tries, I’m sure you men can make his case disappear.”
A few nods were knocked back and forth.
Hunter stood to leave. “Call me with the doctor we’re using. Gabriella and I will be here on Friday for the hearing.”
“If I can push the court that quickly,” Ben said.
Hunter offered a cold stare.
Ben lifted his hands. “I’ll make it happen.”
“That’s better. Good day, counselors.”
Before he left the room, he heard someone whisper, “And I thought Christmas with my family sucked.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Gabi sat on the sofa, her legs curled up under her as the twinkling of Christmas lights added a glow to the room.
Lori’s words had haunted her all day.
Was she making the same mistakes? Was she trusting the wrong man? If Hunter was capable of bribing the law, seducing it . . . was he doing the same to her? All his mutterings of not being good enough for her infused her with power in their relationship. Was it false power? Was his seduction of her an extension of getting what he wanted?
He wanted Hayden . . .
Or maybe he just wanted to stick it to his brother.
Lori’s other words . . . the ones not spoken bothered her, too. What if Hayden really was Hunter’s son? Perhaps the woman in the mall was fighting for the rights of her son.
Gabi hated the doubt running like a crazy person in her head.
The alarm on the gate sounded, signaling Hunter’s return. She saw the lights of the car, heard the front door open and close. His footsteps hesitated when he entered the room.
“Gabi?”
She didn’t answer, just picked at the fringe of the throw pillow in her lap.
He approached slowly until he was standing close enough to take in the scent of his skin. The scent that had seduced her from the first day they met.
He knelt down until he was eye level with her. “What happened?”
“I visited my lawyer today . . . you remember Lori Cumberland.”
“How could I ever forget Ms. Cumberland?” he asked with a half smile.
Gabi didn’t smile back. “I told her about the insurance policy, about the international accounts.”
Hunter lost his smile and sat in the chair to her side. “I told you I’d take care of that.”
Gabi lifted her chin. “I didn’t see a need to wait.”
“Now’s not the time.”
“That’s similar to what she said.” Gabi kept her eyes glued to Hunter’s. “Did you know how difficult it was going to be to clear my name after I became your wife?”
There wasn’t an ounce of emotion on his face.
Something inside her died. “Jesus.” She tossed the pillow from her lap and stood.
Hunter jumped to his feet and grabbed her arm, keeping her from fleeing the room. “I didn’t know you, Gabi.”
“And you were willing to use the information you had to blackmail me, knowing damn well I could still end up in jail for something I didn’t do.”
He moved closer and she pulled from his grasp. “You won’t go to jail. I’ll see to it.”
“How are you going to do that, Hunter?”
“We’ll pay the insurance company back.”
“It’s not that simple. You knew that long before you showed up in the back of my limousine.”
His jaw grew tight. “Yes. I knew that.”
“When were you going to start working on clearing my name?”
He looked past her. “Once I gained custody of Hayden. We’ll clear your name then.”
She colored herself all kinds of fool. “Once you have what you’re in this for.”
“None of that was hidden from you,” he told her.
“And nothing has changed. With everything between us . . . nothing has changed. You get Hayden and I end up in jail.”
He looked at her then, anger close to the surface of his stance. “You really believe that?”
“I don’t know what to believe, Hunter.”
He took two swift steps and reached for the back of her head. His kiss was hard, demanding . . . just like the man. Damn her for responding even in her anger. She desperately wanted to believe in him, but she couldn’t.