Betrayed (Whiskey Nights #4)

By: Suzannah Daniels

He hated me.

But what choice did I have? I would do anything for my baby. The mess in which I now found myself was proof of that.

Joseph gurgled and reached for my face, his fingernails scraping my flesh, and I made a mental note to trim them, so he wouldn’t hurt himself.

I kissed his outstretched fingers and made the call.

Chapter 2



I couldn’t believe I was sitting here in an elegant restaurant, ready to tell a woman as beautiful as Rachel Cambridge that it would never work between us. I wondered if I would rethink my decision if, like me, she didn’t want children.

I knew it wouldn’t make a difference.

While I enjoyed spending time with her, I didn’t really miss her when she wasn’t in town. We provided each other a little companionship, sharing a few laughs and temporarily relieving loneliness.

But that was it, and I had a sinking feeling that I was becoming more to her than she was to me. My conscience wouldn’t allow me to continue the relationship.

“Rachel, there’s something I need to say.”

Her soft blue eyes peered at me over the edge of her wineglass. After taking a dainty sip, she lowered the glass and cast a dazzling smile in my direction. “What’s that, baby?”

Damn, she looked so happy, and knowing what I was about to say, I felt like a prick. How could I soften the blow? “I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you.”

Her manicured nails threaded through her long blonde locks. “Me, too. I was thinking maybe I should move back to Creekview.”

Shit. She hadn’t realized there was a but coming at the end of that sentence. I needed to just say it as kindly and as respectfully as I could. “Before you make that decision, you need to hear me out.”

The smile fell from her face, and she blinked, long dark lashes framing wide eyes.

“I think you’re a great girl. I really do.”

“You don’t want to see me anymore,” she said softly.

I frowned, hating the awkwardness of the moment. “I think we want different things out of life, and you deserve to be happy. I don’t want you to waste your time on me because I’ll never be the man you need.”

“And how do you know what kind of man I need?” she asked, her daintily plucked eyebrows drawn together.

“I know you want children.”

“More children,” she whispered.

Rachel had lost her firstborn child, a daughter named Madison that she’d had when she was married to Mason. Not that she had ever spoken of Madison to me. I knew because I’d been to the funeral, and on rare occasions, I’d heard Mason mention her.

“More children,” I repeated.

“And that’s why you’re breaking it off? Because I want children? We’re just dating casually, Paxton. It’s not like I’m asking you to father my kids.”

“I know, but I don’t want to prolong this and make it harder for you down the road. I’ll never want kids.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“It’s not just about children.” I needed her to understand. “Like I said, you’re a great girl, but I just don’t see the two of us having a future together. We’re too different.” I reached across the table and covered her hand with mine, hoping that she didn’t force me to say more. I didn’t want to go as far as telling her I didn’t feel a strong connection.

She nodded slowly. “I see.” Then I saw it—the slightest trembling of her lips. I immediately looked at her eyes, and the shimmer of tears gathering in them gave me a sinking feeling deep in my chest. Damn, don’t cry. Be pissed or indifferent, but please don’t cry.

She blinked, the tears escaping over her lower lashes. Discreetly, she tried to wipe them away.

“Don’t take it personally, Rachel. You’re going to find the right guy for you.”

A tiny grunt of disbelief escaped her glossy lips. “That’s the part that sucks. I thought you could be him.”

I squeezed her hand, wishing this conversation was over. “I’m flattered.”

She pursed her lips and slid her hand out from beneath mine as she stood. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go now.”

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