Page 1 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

Prologue

Finn

I love Chicago but I hate the Chicago rain.

I text Declan, letting him know he’s lucky he missed this event.

The room is filled with pretentious assholes, the beer is warm, the air is cold and the only saving grace has been the woman I’ve been trying not to stare at all night.

She’s here with that douchebag Ryan. I look around, trying to spot the now-familiar floor-length black dress, but she is nowhere to be seen. Neither is Ryan.

This was supposed to be a benefit event and being Declan’s second in command, I was tagged to come on his behalf. No one told me the place would be crawling with Blackhawk team members.

You see, I’m the co-captain of the Chicago Icebreakers, the best hockey team in the city. It’s a fact that I’m sure our biggest competition will deny.

Of course, they’d be wrong.

I look around, trying to spot our coach and when I don’t see him, I decide to call it a night. I’ve paid my dues after all.

I step out into the rain and my jacket is instantly soaked. That’s when I spot her.

I thought she was long gone. Jesus! How long has she been out here in this weather? She’s shivering, her mascara running down her cheeks. I approach her cautiously, pulling off my jacket as I get closer.

“Hey,” I say, offering my jacket. “You look like you could use this.”

She looks up, her hazel eyes wide and glistening. “Thanks,” she says softly, taking the jacket. Our fingers touch and I swear to God, all the blood in my body rushes south. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

“I’m Finn,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Finn Bennett.”

“Millie Taylor,” she replies, pulling the jacket tighter around her. “It’s actually Amelia, but everyone calls me Millie.”

Her lips are red and swollen, like she’s been biting them. I can’t help but imagine what they’d feel like under mine. Christ, I’m such a perv, but she’s the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.

“You okay, Millie? What are you doing out here?” I ask, concern lacing my voice.

“Waiting for a cab.”

It is close to ten at night by now. There’s no way she could have found a cab at this hour. Her only option would be to order an Uber. “You look like you’ve had a rough night.”

She laughs bitterly. “That’s an understatement. My asshole of an ex just dumped me here with a dead phone.”

“Fuck, that’s rough. Do you want me to drop you off somewhere?” I offer, trying to be as non-threatening as possible. “It’s the least I can do.”

She hesitates, eyeing me warily. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

I shrug, trying to play it cool. “Maybe I’m just a nice person.”

She looks up at me, the corner of her mouth lifting in half a smile. “Then what the hell are you doing living in Chicago?”

“Ditto.Look, my car is parked right there,” I point at the black Range Rover that the valet dropped off for me. “How about we get out of the rain? I’ll drop you off.”

“Promise you won’t kill me?”

I lift my hands in mock surrender. “I promise. I have my whole career ahead of me. There is no way I’m taking up being a serial killer now.”

“You knowserialmeans more than one. Right?”

“Millie!” I groan, loving the way her name tastes on my tongue.

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