What do you say when you see your nemesis standing right outside your door?"Hi," I croaked and wrapped my arms around my middle.I didn't want to croak. Croaking was the last thing I needed to do when I faced this man. So I tried again. "What are you doing here?"Oh, God! Was that my voice? That breathless 'I'm about to swoon' version?This was too much."You knew I was going to find you," he said quite flatly."Why on earth would you want to do that?"That was better. Still croaking, but not as bad. Instead of sounding like a geriatric toad, I sounded more like a teenage toad. That was better, right? That gave me some confidence.I straightened up and pushed my chest out. His eyes immediately dropped to my boobs, and itfelt as though some high voltage laser had singed them. My brain was a little muddled, and I could. feel my n*****s hardening to pebbles right before his eyes. This was crazy."Maybe because of that."He flicked his hand toward my chest in reply to the question I had forgotten I'd asked. But then, as his eyes widened a little, I realized he wasn't pointing to my chest. He was actually gesturing toward the small, round bump that my belly had become over the last few weeks.I was fifteen weeks pregnant. And he was the father.I took a deep breath and let it out slowly"You're here because of the baby."He raised an eyebrow. "What else? Did you think I wouldn't find out? That I'd let you walk away with my flesh and blood?" There was no amusement in his eyes. They were chilly and staring atme quite dispassionately.So he was angry. I got that.But he was being unreasonable."I did what I thought I had to do. Can't you see that?" I asked him, trying to appeal to his better nature. I hadn't seen any evidence of it, but it had to be there. Any man who wanted a child as fiercely as this man wanted the baby in my womb has to have a better nature, right? I had to believe that"All I can see is that we are not going to have this conversation on your doorstep."His tone said it was not up for debate. Yet, I hovered there, trying to look for a way to stallhim. I did not want him in my apartment. I did not want him in my space. It wasn't like he was goingto hurt me or anything Nicolas Costa was a lot of things, but he wasn't the kind of man who wentaround hurting women. I wouldn't have agreed to this insane arrangement if he wasI couldn't believe I was here, standing with Nicolas Costa, about to have his baby. I putmyself in a difficult situation, and I didn't know what to do about it.