Blue Skies, Season 2, Episode 8 (Rising Storm) Read Free Page B

She actually looked puzzled. “And do what? Look, I don’t know what you’re angling for here. But I told you before, I don’t need your help and I’ve no interest in you being a part of this child’s life.”
    “I see you’ve grown tougher than you were when we were together.”
    “It isn’t like I had a choice.” She took a step backward, but he quickly closed the distance.
    “No, I suppose you didn’t. I admire that about you though. Most women would have caved in your situation. But not you. You’ve stood strong. I know that the Murphy kid abandoned you. Hell, I did too, at first. But now—”
    “There is no now,” Ginny said, her chin lifting up in defiance as he moved even closer, the back of a building keeping her from stepping farther back. “I want nothing to do with you. You’re just a perverted old man who gets off using young women.”
    He lifted his hand, wanting to slap her words away, but forced himself to close his fingers instead. If he hit her, it was all over. “Ginny, I understand why you’re angry. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have abandoned you when the truth came out. But I’m trying to make amends for it now.”
    “By taking my baby?” She was clenching her fists, her breath coming in short pants. God, despite the fact that she was pregnant as hell, he still wanted her.
    “No. I shouldn’t have threatened you before.” In truth, he had no regrets, except that Payton had betrayed him and now he was forced to regroup. He forced a soothing smile. “I meant by taking care of both of you.”
    For a moment she just stared up at him, her soft breath fanning his face, and he started to smile in triumph. This was why he won elections. All he had to do was say the right words, give the right smile, and anything—anything was his.
    He reached out to touch her, but she jerked sideways, breaking free of him. Her eyes flashed as she narrowed them in determination. “Not a chance in hell, Senator Rush.”
    Anger sparked as he saw his chance for victory slipping away. The little bitch, how dare she reject him? He grabbed her arm, swinging her back to face him, not caring that they were standing on a public street. “You’re not walking away from me that easily, Ginny. You’re carrying my baby. Mine. And I don’t think it would take all that much for me to convince a judge to give me custody. I mean, what have you got to offer a child?” She might be the mother, but he was a senator. Hell, he was Sebastian Rush and that meant a hell of a lot more than any claim some little nobody like her might have on the kid.
    He shook her, his anger making him reckless. “I have everything. A name. Money. Power. And you—you have nothing. You’re a no-name little whore from the wrong side of the tracks in a backwater town. You’ll never be a match for me. So you think about that. And then you think about whether you’d rather have me as a friend.” He tightened his hand on her arm as he ran a finger over the curve of one breast. “Or an enemy. It’s your choice, Ginny. So you think about it.”
    He held her gaze for a moment longer, satisfied to see a flicker of fear in her eyes, then let her go and turned and walked away.
    Stupid cunt. If she didn’t want to play nice, then she’d find out what happened when he played dirty.
     
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    “It’s a little early for that, isn’t it, son?” Sonya Murphy walked into the bar from the back room, a tray of clean glasses in her hands. Dillon followed on her heels, a keg on his shoulder.
    Logan looked over the top of his beer at his mother and brother. Just what he needed, family interference. Of course, that was part and parcel for the Murphy clan. He knew because he’d gone halfway around the world to escape them, only to realize how damn much he missed their constant meddling once he was gone.
    “I’m just trying to sort out a few things.” Truth be told, he’d been trying to sort things out ever since he’d left Delia Bruce and