She looked past him. “I want you to know, I tried to call you. I did. I left a message with your PA and you never called back, and so I came here to see you, only I couldn't get in to see you, so I was just going to go home.”
“Yeah, I do that when I'm nervous. But you try telling some guy you barely know that you're pregnant and see you calm you feel.” She clapped a hand over her mouth in a belated attempt to stop the uncontrollable flow of words from escaping.
Jack's eyes narrowed. “You're what?”
“And this has something to do with me?”
Her blood reached the boiling point. “No. I thought I'd come all this way to let you know I got knocked up by some random guy. So, it's been real, I'll look you up next time I'm in the area.”
His temper snapped. “This is not the time for sarcasm.”
She let out an indignant huff. “Well, ask a stupid question.”
“So, you're telling me it's my baby?” he began to pace the room. He felt dangerously close to losing his trademark cool. In every situation in his life, business or personal, he was always in control. Except, it seemed, with Stacey.
“Of course it's your baby! Do you think I hopped out of your bed and into someone elses?”
His blue eyes flashed dangerously. “Well, you hopped into mine pretty fast.”
Her cheeks flamed. “You hopped just as fast as I did.” Of all the chauvinistic double standards.
He had the decency to look somewhat cowed by that. “I'm sorry. That was uncalled for.”