The Billionaire Playboy

“No but she’s called the office and my cell.” Jake paused, afraid to ask what the reporter wanted. Mentally he did an inventory of all his recent activities and relationships. Not a single thing stood out as being of any interest to this reporter. “What did she want?”

“Are you sitting down?” Callie asked her voice laced with concern.

Half a dozen curses went through Jake’s head. He wasn’t going to like whatever his sister had to say. “Spit it out Callie.”

Another sigh came through the phone, this one louder than before. “She wanted to know how the family felt about you becoming a father. And whether or not you and Blair were discussing wedding plans now that you’re expecting.”

Jake laughed aloud. His sister’s statement was absurd. Anyone else and he’d think they were joking, but he knew Callie wouldn’t joke about something like this.

“Is it true? Are you guys having a baby? I thought you broke things off with her.” Callie sounded confused.

“Hell no! I ended things with Blair more than two months ago. I broke up with her when I got back from London. Besides we always used protection.” When the reporter started calling he knew it meant trouble, but he’d never expected this. Sure Blair was upset when he ended things, and she had tried to convince him to give her another chance, but he hadn’t pegged her as a vengeful woman. A little shallow and conceited perhaps but not someone capable of being malicious.

“What did you tell her?” He knew Callie wouldn’t intentionally say anything to make the situation worse, but she was still learning how to handle the media vultures.

“The truth. I told her I didn’t know what she was talking about. I’m not sure that she believed me though.”