“I’m sorry. I know it isn’t enough, but I am truly sorry, Beth.”

There was a note in his deep voice that tugged at her heartstrings before she pulled herself together. She had to face the facts. Callum had left her because he hadn’t loved her anymore.

“It’s too late for apologies, Callum. I’m not interested. The only thing I want to know is what you’re doing here.”

“Surely that’s obvious,” he shot back. “I’ve come to see you and the baby.”

“I see. And it’s taken you—what?—over a year to get around to it? You didn’t exactly rush to get here, did you? But then again, I doubt if Beatrix and I were your number one priority.”

“Beatrix? You mean that we have a daughter?”

“Yes,” Beth replied curtly, closing her mind to the shock she could hear in his voice. If she refused to admit to her own feelings, then she certainly didn’t want to know how Callum felt!

“How old is she?”

“Almost ten months,” Beth said tightly. “Although if you hadn’t been so busy trying to save the world, you wouldn’t need to ask.”