DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

I missed this room. Missed sleeping in this bed, wrapped
in his embrace. Missed his scent that lingered on our
pillows and the mattress.
Maddox was out of breath, as he rushed toward me. I
looked up into his wide, terrified eyes. “Lila, let me
explain,” he said. This had become his signature phrase.
Why did he keep messing up so much that I had to give him
a chance to explain. Every. Single. Time?
I swallowed back the cry that threatened to spill from
my throat. “The last few weeks, I had been so worried,” I
confessed, my voice thick with emotion. “So scared. You
were drifting away from me. Something was wrong, I could
tell. I gave you a chance to tell me, but you didn’t. I asked
you, but you evaded my questions. The distance between us
grew, as I watched helplessly. It was only a matter of days,
before everything fell apart.”
I got off the bed, away from the musky, masculine scent
that kept assaulting my senses. I now realized the reason
Maddox had been acting so different, why he had been so
aloof.
“Is it yours?” I still asked, even though I already knew
the answer. “Is this why she was texting you?”
Maddox gave me a single nod.
“How far along is she?”
Bianca didn’t look to be in her third trimester. Her
pregnant belly was round and firm but petite. “Almost six
months.”
Six… months.
My hand came up, and I rubbed my forehead, trying to
chase away the pounding headache. My chin wobbled, and
my lips trembled. I felt the sting of fresh tears in the back
of my eyes. If I did my math correctly…
She and Maddox slept together about five weeks before
Paris.
He said he had been celibate for… months. Five weeks
was definitely not months. It was barely even one.