“You are the one that wanted to come here with me,” I growl. “And I don’t know why. But know this—I don’t f*****g trust you.”
I can practically feel her heartbeat against my own. They seem to be beating in synchronicity. Her breasts are pressed up against my chest and it’s impossible not to be aware of that. Or of the heat coming off her.
The fear in her eyes is still there, still evident. But she speaks through it. “Yeah?” she asks, her voice tremoring softly. “Well, I don’t trust you either. Why would I?”
I frown. “Why not?”
“I don’t know you,” she continues. “You may have given me a baby, but you’re a stranger to me. So you can judge me all you want for how I’m raising Theo. But I’m doing the best I can. Because you were never there!”
I drop her hands immediately and step back. She
