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“I don’t know. I can ask.”

“She can come.” Ryan nodded, pushing into her sister. They turned back to their movie and just like that he was dismissed.

“Did you hear that?”

“I did.”

“Good.” Pleased, Taz shoved his free hand in the front pocket of his jeans and moved away from the girls so he could have some privacy. “Find yourself a princess dress and I’ll be by around eleven.”

“Okay.” Her voice was soft and sexy.

“And, Peaches?”

“Yes?”

“I had a great time last night.”

“Me too.”

“Good night.”

She said goodbye and he stared down at the phone for a good long while. Long enough for the girls to find their way over to him, and for Ryan to yank on his arm.

“You have a funny look on your face, Daddy.”

“Yeah?” he said, scooping her into his arms.

“Is Scarlett your girlfriend?” Cameron lifted her arms so he could pick her up as well and then he headed upstairs.

How did he answer that? He decided that honesty was the only way to go.

“I don’t know,” he said plopping them down in middle of their room. “Would you mind if she was?”

“I won’t mind,” Cameron replied, as serious as he’d ever seen her. “All princes have girlfriends.”

“No, they don’t.” That was from Ryan. “They have princesses.” She looked at Taz. “Is Scarlett a princess, Daddy?”

That was an easy answer. He smiled and pointed to their beds.

“Yes. I think she is.”

CHAPTER 18

Taz was on time.

Scarlett, however, was not.

Which was annoying since she’d been up early enough to pamper herself with a face mask, hair mask, and even took the time to paint her nails a soft pink. Ryland had fed Hank for her, while she got her son’s bag organized and once that was done, Scarlett bathed her boy and got him dressed for the day.

She’d tore through her closet and found a baby blue dress that fit her, mostly—the bodice was still a little snug—but it snatched her waist and fell to a few inches above her knee. She left her hair loose and took some time with her makeup, giving her eyes an extra coat of mascara to make them pop, and some gloss to make her lips shine.

She was feeling good. Desirable. And looking forward to spending the day with Taz and his girls. She’d come downstairs, plopped Hank on the floor in the living room, and with five minutes to spare, stood back and admired her sweet baby. His dark hair curled wildly, now long enough to touch his ears, his cheeks were rosy, his white T-shirt sported a bucking bronco, and she’d paired it with denim shorts and little baby crocs. He looked like an angel. Her angel. He smiled up at her and she peered closer, saw the beginnings of a tooth.

“You’re growing too fast,” she murmured, now knowing why he’d been drooling so much of late.

He cooed.

She smiled.

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