”Oh, no you don’t!” He sidestepped quickly, blocking her path. “Back where you came from!” He pointed imperiously.
Her face was blotched and red. “Leave me alone!”
She tried to bolt. He cut her off neatly and resisted the urge to seize her wrists. The last thing he wanted her to do was scream. But when she shoved him hard enough to stagger him off balance, he reacted before his brain could catch up-which wasn’t very difficult in his current state of mind. Kit snatched her off balance, swearing under his breath, and forcibly pulled her toward the back of the library.
Predictably, she resisted.
Kit swung her around hard enough to jounce her teeth together. “Do you really want me to turn you over Grandpa’s knee, little girl?”
Margo worked her mouth like a drowning fish. “You, you wouldn’t-” She halted mid-protest. “You would.”
For a moment, they stalemated in the center of La-La Land’s library. Then she wrenched free of his grip, with an against-the-thumb movement that spoke of some martial arts training, but she didn’t try to leave. She stood glaring at him, chest heaving against the plunging neckline of her dress in a fashion that made him want to throw a flour sack over her torso. Then she broke and fled toward the language lab. Kit drew a deep, shaky breath.
Dear God . .
He needed time to absorb this, time to figure out when and how …
Sarah, why didn’t you ever tell me?
The hurt in his chest made his whole soul ache.
Kit lifted a shaking hand to his eyes. Gotta think. Sarah and I broke up in …If she was pregnant then, and had a child before …Sarah’s child would’ve had to be about seventeen when Margo was…”Dear God. She could be.”