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and I were behind the bar serving drinks. Max and Gage were leaning on the bar in front of us talking to their women. We were all busy laughing at something Piper had said when I spotted someone coming towards us. Isabella . At first I thought I was seeing things. Jesus, the girl was more beautiful than I remembered and lush. Damn! That body was something else. When she reached the bar, I stared into those sapphire blue eyes for a second before asking, “Isabella? What are you doing here?”
    “Can I talk to you outside?” she asked. I closed my eyes for a second and reveled in the sound of her voice. I had been jerking off to that sexy-hot voice in my head for almost a year now. Hearing it in real time turned me inside out.
    “Go ahead, I gotcha covered,” Kurt said, patting me on the shoulder.
    Staring straight ahead, I followed Isabella out of the bar. She was wearing a short skirt. Long, toned legs stretched for miles before tapering into a pair of brightly colored flip flops. I couldn’t tell from the back, but it seemed as if she had on two different colored tank tops. Sliding past her, I opened the door and her step faltered, letting me know I still got to her. Good.
    “Thanks,” she muttered, as she passed by. That same floral-citrus scent from the last time I was with her floated in her wake and I fought the urge to sniff the air, like a dog on the trail of something good.
    I waited for the door to completely close before asking her again, “What are you doing here?” She nervously twisted her hands in a back and forth kneading motion. The memory of how those hands felt all over my body made my dick twitch.
    “I have to talk to you,” she said.
    “So talk,” I coldly replied. This should be good.
    Isabella opened her mouth to say something and a dog barked. It sounded big, familiar and close. Glancing over her shoulder, I spotted her Toyota parked close to the door we’d just exited. Inside, I could make out a shadow. Brutus . She muttered something unintelligible, but I ignored her and strolled toward the car. “Dillon, wait!” she shouted. For some reason, I needed to see that dog. As soon as I got to the car, I opened the back driver side door and was accosted by Brutus barking and the sound of a baby crying.
    What the hell?
    “Oh shoot, Boo! You woke her up!” Isabella chastised, as she opened the door across from me and pulled a tiny screaming baby from a car seat.
    Brutus licked my hand and ran in frantic circles around my body which almost knocked me off my feet. All I could do was stand there frozen and stare at the bundle in Isabella’s arms.
    She had his baby. She gave birth to that fucktard’s kid. A rage like I had never felt before came over me. So as not to make a complete ass of myself, I decided to get the hell out of there and started back for the bar.
    “Dillon,” she called out, “where are you going?”
    The unsure note in her voice made me stop dead in my tracks. I turned to face her. “What the hell, Isabella?”
    She nervously shifted the screaming baby. “Shhhhh,” she softly said, bouncing the baby up and down in her arms. “This is what I needed to talk to you about.”
    I cocked my head to the side and stared at her. “Ummm, I’m thinking you should be talking to your fiancé about this, not me.” A frown appeared on her face when I said this and I didn’t know what to make of it.
    “I don’t have a fiancé,” she said in a tone that suggested even the thought of such a thing was revolting.
    “Yes you do,” I countered. Again her brow did this cute little wrinkle thing.
    “No I don’t,” she firmly replied.
    “Really? So the guy who stood in your doorway and told me you two had been together for a year and were engaged , was lying?”
    She responded with one simple word. “Yes.”
    What. The. Fuck?

Chapter Five
    Isabella
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    H e came back! My heart did a happy jig inside my chest.
    “When?” I asked. His silver eyes bored through me and I