Free Secret Baby: Billionaire Stepbrother by Candy Dance Page A

being found out. It relaxed her and made her even more beautiful.
    Once they were seated and alone for a moment—he had planned the entire meal in advance—he leaned forward and lifted a glass with bubbling amber liquid in it toward her.
    “Non-alcoholic champagne,” he said. His eyes lowered to where he knew she carried his baby.
    Millie’s smile was dazzling. “Thank you, handsome,” she said.
    He leaned back and got his flute of real champagne, and then he leaned forward again to touch his glass to hers. “To our first date.”
    It was only a simple statement, but the look in Millie’s eyes was so amazing, he wanted to pull her to him for a kiss.
    After she took a sip to the toast, she said, “I hoped you thought this was like our first date.”
    Beck settled back and set his glass down as he looked at her in the candlelight.
    “I can never stay mad at you,” he said simply. He didn’t mean to break the mood, but he meant it.
    She set her flute down and fiddled with her long hair. “I hate that I ever made you mad at me, and I wished it was more than you just not being able to stay mad at me, I wished it was that you’d really forgiven me. But I know it’s probably impossible to totally forgive what I did.”
    Before he could answer the first course arrived with two waiters, and he and Millie set back, to be served, before they were alone again. He picked up a soup spoon and looked at her.
    “Maybe if you tell me why, Millie. What you were thinking. Help me understand.”
    She looked nervous and he hated it after they’d been moving in such a promising direction, but they had to clear the air. Besides, he had suspicions that she hadn’t done it frivolously.
    He gave her until they finished the soup course, to give her an inquiring look again, and she looked as if she was trying to set things straight in her mind before she opened her mouth.
    “After we were together, and I was too afraid to be with you again,” she said, looking at him with emotions in her eyes that said she hoped he understood. “You got with Tracy, and moved on.” He started to open his mouth, but she raised her hand and hurriedly continued, “Which was perfectly understandable.”
    He shook his head, as she muttered, “Sort of.”
    He knew it looked like he had gotten with Tracy, but he actually hadn’t. That was his drunken stupid self, which had made it seem that way.
    “Look,” he said, putting his hand on the table and looking down at it. Then he looked back up at her. “I saw Brad Pierce here the other day,” he said slowly, then stopping.
    Millie look surprised at the change of topic. But he continued, “He recognized me right away, and at first he thought Bart was Tracy’s baby.”
    Millie’s face immediately turned white, and he saw her visibly gulp, as his hand curled into a fist.
    “That’s strange,” she said, in barely a whisper.
    Damn it; just tell me, he wanted to yell at her, as he turned his neck to relieve a kink, and then he looked back at her.
    “Yes, it was strange,” he said. “It seems there was a big rumor going around that Tracy was pregnant with my baby. But that’s impossible, because I never touched her that way.”
    “I know,” Millie whispered again, with her eyes round.
    “So if you knew you had made a mistake, why didn’t you come tell me after you figured it out,” he asked slowly.
    She blanched then, and he quickly grabbed her hand across the table as if holding her to the answer.
    In a small voice, she said,” I’d made such a bad mistake I didn’t know how to fix it.”
    He closed his eyes for a moment, holding her hand, trying to imagine it.
    Then he heard her whisper, “I thought she was having your baby. She said she was. I’m so sorry.”
    Beck turned her hand, until he had her hand clasped firmly against his. Then he opened his eyes, and he said, “It seems we were both done badly because of that rumor.”
    He watched Millie bite her bottom lip, looking at him as