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to them until they got caught and needed someone to dig their sorry asses out of trouble. The senator was no different.
    “I am sure of myself. I’m not the baby’s father and I can say that definitively because I haven’t had sex with anyone but my wife since we got married.” He took a step closer to her, and she sensed him mere inches from her back. She didn’t know what would happen if he touched her. She couldn’t risk it. Her head hated him, but even after everything that happened, her body still wanted him.
    “What about us?”
    “What about us?” he asked, closing the distance between them. “This doesn’t have anything to do with us.”
    “We had an affair,” she said, deliberately phrasing it as past tense. “You fucked me while you were married. Why should I believe anything you say?”
    She felt him jerk at her words as if he’d been hit and then his hands were on her hips, gripping her tight enough to leave bruises. He pulled her back against the length of his body and bent his head so his lips brushed her ear.
    “I didn’t fuck you. I worshiped you.” His breath burned hot against the shell of her ear and her traitorous body sprang to life, her nipples pebbling as her back arched, pressing her butt against his groin.
    The whole thing pissed her off. Like she was nothing more than a cat in heat.
    Don’t use your head, Haven. Just wait for the man who lied to you to press his cock against your ass and lose your mind because you want him more than you want yourself. Stupid .
    “How can I prove that I didn’t do this?”
    “A paternity test would be a start,” she said, grabbing her sarcasm and pulling out of his grasp before she lost what was left of her sanity.
    “Oh for fuck’s sake, Haven. I can’t get anyone pregnant. Sandra wanted to keep trying for a son, someone to carry on the Walker name,” he said, sounding bitter. “I knew there wasn’t anything left between us, and I didn’t want to make it worse by bringing more children into the ice castle where we lived. After Sarah was born, I had a vasectomy.”

S HEP WAS TORN BETWEEN WANTING to convince Haven that he’d told her the truth and anger at how quickly she assumed he’d lied.
    Of course, she assumed he lied. He was a politician whose father kept a separate apartment for his extra-marital affairs. And he’d cheated on his wife with her. What was the saying? If he cheated with you, why are you surprised when he cheats on you? He understood it, but that didn’t stop him from hating it. He hated that something that had been so important to him didn’t carry the same weight for her.
    She hadn’t let him touch her again, despite the fact that he could tell she still wanted him. He wanted her so much he ached with it. The sex was part of it. He could lose himself in her body, but he also needed the comfort he’d found in being close to her. He liked himself better when he was with her, or at least he had until about an hour ago.
    They’d ridden in silence to the Ashton. Justin had his supposed mistress cloistered away in one of the rooms and the ride had given him plenty of time to wonder what they were going to do about it. It wouldn’t matter that he hadn’t had sex with the woman, let alone fathered her child. If the press got a hold of the story, the truth would be incidental. He could release his medical records and there would still be people who wouldn’t believe him or would want to think the worst. He thought Haven might be starting to believe him, but that would be cold consolation if this turned into a scandal and torpedoed his campaign. It was her career too.
    “They’re on twelve,” she said, when they’d made it to the privacy of the empty elevator.
    He pushed the button and then turned to face her.
    “I believe you,” she said before he could open his mouth to try to convince her. “And I’m sorry I assumed you were lying, but it doesn’t change anything. Not really.” She held her hand up and