Don’t Make Our Son A Bastard Child

Deborah swayed on her feet. ‘But it’s just one night. I don’t know how else I can pay you back for helping me.’ ‘You don’t have to pay me back, especially not this way.’ ‘Are you worried about Kira?’ She took a quick step forward. ‘She doesn’t have to know. We can keep this between us. I won’t tell her, I swear!’ Austyn stepped back. ‘She’s ten thousand kilometres away! She will never know!’ Deborah looked up at him, imploring with her eyes. ‘Please, it’s just one night, for old times’ sake!’ ‘No,’ Austyn repeated simply. ‘I won’t ask you for anything else, I promise! I won’t try to win you back or take you away from Kira. She can continue being Mrs McCarthy. I don’t mind!’ ‘But I do.’ Deborah refused to give up. ‘Won’t you at least give me tonight? I just want some nice memories for me to live on. Nobody will ever know.’ ‘I’ll know.’ Austyn reached for the doorknob. ‘If you’ve nothing else to say, good night.’ ‘Wait!’ She smacked a palm against the door. ‘I do have something to say. W