Free Intercepted by Love: Part Five: A Football Romance (The Quarterback's Heart Book 5) by Rachelle Ayala Page B

the guy?”
    “Don’t know.” Declan stood at the doorway with his hands in his pockets. “If we’d known she wasn’t supposed to leave with him, we could have called the cops or taken a picture.”
    “She was kissing him,” Roxanne added. “Sure looked like she wanted to skedaddle with him. Luckily, she left the baby. Guess the little bird has flown the coop.”
    “Rox, we should be leaving.” Declan guided her out of Cade’s room.
    “Tootiloo,” her voice shrilled. “Call me anytime you need someone to watch our darling boy.”
    “Wait.” Cade stepped after her. “I need a few answers.”
    She shrugged exaggeratedly. “I swear, I was just as surprised as you when Andie took off. She gave me no indication whatsoever. I mean, I know she lost her memory and all that, but oh my, I’d never imagined she had such a handsome lover boy. Tall, dark, and Latin.”
    “That’s not what I wanted to ask.” Cade could barely hold his anger in check. “I need to know something personal. It might be better if Declan were to step out.”
    “Whatever you want to say to me, you can say in front of him. I’ve nothing to hide.”
    “Fine, then. How many times did I sleep with you, and would it surprise you that Bret is my son?”
    “Huh, what?” She opened her mouth, gasping. “Is that some sort of trick question?”
    “Not really, Rox. Is it possible that I fathered Bret?”
    “Well, you’re the legal father.”
    “No, that I’m his biological father. My sperm. Your egg. That kind of father.”
    Her eyes drilled into him and she sneered. “Stop trying to trick me. How would I know?”
    “It’s really quite simple, Rox. You admit to sleeping with me New Year’s Eve. What about Halloween, or the weeks after? Did we sleep together then?”
    “No, we never. You were dogging those beauty pageant contestants, the plus sized older women, if I recall.”
    Behind her, Declan laughed through his teeth, a hissing sound that made him want to knock the rest of his teeth out.
    “So, you’re one hundred percent certain Bret is Dick’s baby?” Cade asked to clarify.
    “I didn’t say that.” Roxanne tossed her hair over her shoulder. “He’s whoever your mom says he is.”

Chapter Eleven
    I f Hollywood Boulevard was filled with sights and sounds, Las Vegas Boulevard beat it by a thousandfold. Andie’s head spun as Owen drove her up and down the street, pointing out landmarks from a fake Eiffel tower to a fake Sphinx, a fake Statue of Liberty and other cultural icons. He’d wanted to go on a thrill ride at the Stratosphere, but she had to turn him down. Her stomach couldn’t handle anything stronger than weak tea and biscuits. The way he drove the land yacht didn’t help either.
    “I’m not feeling that well,” she finally said after he pointed out the Miracle Mile and Planet Hollywood. “Can we find a drugstore?”
    “We don’t need to. Our handlers say they will acquire everything we need. Was something missing from the kit?”
    How was she going to tell Cade’s lawyer that she could be pregnant?
    “I’m not sure I can go through with this.” She held her head in her hands. “I haven’t been able to sleep, and I feel like I’m going to screw up.”
    “Hey, jitters. It happens to all of us. Do you really want to pull out?”
    “Depends,” Andie said. “That’s why I need a drugstore.”
    “Okay, let’s go into one of the malls. They have them all over the place. You want to shop while we’re at it?”
    “Not really. I still have to review the rules of roulette.”
    “It’s really simple,” Owen explained. “All you have to do is place a chip on red for the home team and black for the visiting, then another one on the number of the point spread. Someone in the casino will watch you and put the bet in for whoever you’re working for. You do it however many bets your mark is making. It doesn’t matter if you win or lose your chips, so there’s no need to worry about the