The voice gives me chills, and I whirl, almost losing my balance as I come face to face with—Joey’s father.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
It never occurred to me he’d be here.
Why didn’t I think to look?
Shit.
“Tony.” I pry my arm free.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, blue eyes narrowing slightly.
“That’s none of your business.”
He smirks. “You fucking another hockey player? That’s sweet.”
I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”
“That my kid I saw you with?”
“Mykid,” I counter quietly. “You told me to get rid of him.”
“I have a son?”
Fuck.
I didn’t mean to let that slip.
“Again, you gave me a choice and I chose my baby over an abortion. You and I have nothing more to say on the matter.” With that, I turn and skate away, hoping I don’t fall on my face since my whole body is shaking.
How could I have been so stupid? I should have checked whether or not he would be here. And now he knows he has a son.
Dammit.
“Hey.” West smiles down at me. “You okay? You look like you’re going to be sick.”
I don’t know what to do.
We’ve drawn clear boundaries around talking about our exes. Except mine is just a few feet away and?—
“Holy shit, are you screwing McGregor?” Tony’s voice makes me cringe.
“Watch your mouth, asshole,” West growls in a voice I’ve never heard before.
Tony smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. In fact, he looks downright menacing. “That my kid?” He’s looking at West but obviously talking to me.
“Actually, he’s not,” I say, trying to stay calm. “That was the deal, remember?”
“Aw, come on—don’t be that way.” He leans toward Joey. “Hey, buddy, what’s your name?”
Joey immediately turns and buries his face in West’s shoulder.
“You need to go, DeMarco,” West says in a gritty voice. “Donotmake a scene here in front of friends and family.”
Tony chuckles. “She tell you she had my kid? Or did she lie about who the father is?”
“Our relationship is none of your business,” West says, eyes never leaving Tony’s.