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Picturing how that conversation went down, I giggled. “They’d know since they’re all married to their own Neanderthals.”

My mom joined us, wagging her brows. “Maybe it’s time I found one of my own.”

“It’s not like I can stop you from dating.” I wagged my finger at her. “But Shaw is going to look into any guy who you go out with. If he says they’re no good, then you don’t go.”

She rolled her eyes. “I think you forgot that I’m the mom and you’re the daughter.”

I loved my mom, and she had been so helpful during my pregnancy, but that didn’t mean I would ever trust her taste in men. “Yeah, well…I’m going to be a mom too any day now, and I want my daughter to have her grandmother in her life, happy and healthy.”

“And no way in hell am I letting anybody I don’t trust near my wife and child,” Shaw growled.

She held her hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Okay. Fine, my son-in-law can do background checks on as many guys as he wants, just so long as I get plenty of time with my granddaughter so I can spoil her properly.”

A sharp pain rolled over my stomach, and I almost doubled over. “We got that figured out in the nick of time. We need to go to the hospital now.”

Danica had taken her sweet time, going a week past my due date. But she hurried up once she was ready to be born, only taking three hours after we got to the hospital.

EPILOGUE

STONE

When I left our house this morning, Britta had been practically drooling at the sight of me. She loved when I was dressed in a tailored suit—even admitted once that it was because I radiated power and determination. Which turned her the fuck on…something that I didn’t hesitate to take advantage of.

There was a moment before I walked out the door when I thought she was going to jump me. If I didn’t have to be at the courthouse on time, I would’ve given her more time to consider it, but we’d already used up all of the extra hour I’d given myself when she joined me in the shower earlier.

It wasn’t often that I had to go to court. The last time, she’d been pregnant, so I had insisted that she stay home. This was her first real chance to see me in action, so I wasn’t surprised to see her slip inside the courtroom shortly before I gave my opening statement.

I needed to focus on the case since one of my brothers was depending on me, but it was hard as fuck to concentrate when each time I glanced at Britta, she wiggled in her seat as though her panties were about to disintegrate.

Walking back to the defendant’s table after questioning a witness, I couldn’t help but flash her a cocky smirk and a wink. The look she sent my way made me regret that since my suit pants didn’t do a great job hiding my hard-on. Tugging on my collar and shifting in my seat to find a more comfortable position, I took a few deep breaths to try to cool myself off.

It didn’t work. Before I had to get up again and give everyone a good look at what belonged only to Britta, I asked the judge for a recess. Thank fuck that the judge agreed to my request.

I didn’t waste a second darting out of the courtroom.

Britta wasn’t in sight, so I called her phone, and she picked up immediately.

“Where the fuck are you?” I growled.

Her voice was breathless when she replied, making my dick swell even more. “Outside on the steps.”

“Get your pretty little ass back in here.”

I knew it would only take a couple of minutes, but I was impatient, so I paced while I waited and practically growled at anyone who got too close.

When I spotted my wife, I stalked over and grabbed her hand, then tugged her behind me down a hallway. We were moving fast, but I was conscious of how much longer my legs were than hers, so I made sure she didn’t trip.

The hallway was busy, but everyone was so focused on their own thoughts that they didn’t seem to notice us.

Finally, I saw the door I was looking for and stopped in front of it. Whipping out a key, I unlocked it and shoved it open, pulling her inside. Then I slammed the door shut behind us. After flicking the lock, I backed her up against the door and caged her in with my hands on both sides of her.

“Did you wear this sexy little dress to tease me, Britta?” I grunted. My hands dropped to the hem and slipped underneath to glide up her silky thighs.

“Maybe,” she teased. “Why aren’t you in court?”

I blew out a breath, then dropped my head and kissed the damp skin of her neck. I kept working my way down, muffling my answer. “Couldn’t wait another fucking second to be inside you. Asked for a recess, and thank fuck, the judge agreed.”

“Nice.”

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