That was always the problem.
Everything came with a condition.
Jace clenched his fist, fighting to stay calm.
“You’ll have to promise something,” Roxanne said slowly. “The moment my son accepts you as his father, you take full responsibility for him.”
Silence filled the car.
“Roxanne,” Jace said tightly, “I’ve never had a problem taking care of my child. You’re the one who kept him away from me all these years.”
“I’m not done,” she cut in sharply. “He’s only five. He needs his father. He needs care. Attention.”
Jace let out a bitter laugh. His patience was slipping fast.
“Just get to the point, damn it,” he snapped. “Stop dragging this.”
Roxanne stiffened but said nothing. She swallowed her words. She wasn’t finished—but now wasn’t the time.
She already had a plan.
“Let’s go,” s
