Free Zero To Sixty (BWWM, Sports, Billionaire) by Tamara Adams

didn't."
                  Her mind reeled. They'd made love three- no- four times. Four times. Unprotected.
                  "Why Ansel? How could you keep that to yourself?"
                  He grimaced but he didn't look away.
                  "The first time was an honest mistake. But after that I figured that maybe, just maybe, if I got you pregnant, you'd stay with me."
                  Her jaw opened.
                  "Ansel! That is the wrong way to get a girlfriend. A child is a serious responsibility!"
                  "I wasn't thinking girlfriend. I was thinking… something more permanent. I'm falling in love with you Denise."
                  Now he'd really shocked her.
                  "I need some time to think about this Ansel. I care about you- a lot- but this is too much to take in."
                  She stood and grabbed her suitcase, dragging it to the hallway.
                  "Denise- wait!"
                  She turned and shook her head. He looked utterly devastated. And so, so alone.
                  "Just- give me some space."
                  And she shut the door behind her.
     
     
     
     
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                  Ansel shifted, passing the lead car on the outside. He was struggling today, for the first time since, well, ever. He was still in the lead, but he'd been trading places with another driver all day.
                  Donnehy, the bastard.
                  It was worse than just coming in second, specifically because it was Donnehy. The cocksure little jerk had been a thorn in Ansel's side since he came on the scene less than two years ago. And he seemed to have it in for Ansel specifically.
                  But that's not what had him distracted today. There was one thing on his mind, and one thing only.
                  Denise.
                  It had been two days since she'd talked to him. Two days since she'd checked into a hotel. She'd avoided him ever since his confession about the birth control. Ever since he'd told her he loved her.
                  He felt like he was going to lose his mind if she didn't forgive him.
                  She had to give him a second chance. She had to.
                  He felt Donnehy riding his flank and floored it, pushing the car harder than he should. Something felt off a moment before it happened. The world tilted and then exploded in a profusion of sounds and light.
                  Everything slowed down as he crashed. It wasn't just an accident either. It was a damn pile up. He felt cars bump into him as they rode blindly through the smoke.
                  Ansel heard the sirens. He felt the hands lifting him from the car. He felt the heat of the fire from Donney's car.
                  "Is he ahhhrit?"
                  "What's that Ansel?"
                  Someone was talking to him. They kept saying his name, telling him that he was going to be alright. He tried to nod but he couldn't. Something was holding his neck in place. A brace maybe. He couldn't tell.
                  The sun was shining in his eyes so he shut them. When he opened them again he could see fluorescent lights. Then the room went out of focus, so he closed them again.
                  His last thoughts before the darkness overtook him were of Denise. He thought of their night together and the chance she might be pregnant. If he was going to die, he hoped he might leave behind a child with the woman he loved.

Twelve
     
     
     
                  Denise dozed in the chair by the bed. She'd been there for three days now. Of course the trailer was parked in the hospital parking lot, but she couldn't bring herself to