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“You did,” she agrees.

“And I won’t bring an ‘us’ up again,” I say because I don’t need her to be a skittish cat around me.

“Thank you.” She nods and begins to relax again.

I start to ask her more questions about Maylee that include if there are any books on child development I should be reading. She laughs at that one until she realizes I am serious. We google some books together and the mood remains light. After dinner I clean up, and then I insist on putting Maylee to sleep.

“You go take a bath or do something to relax,” I urge Willow.

“A bath, I haven’t had one of those since I was seven months pregnant,” she guffaws.

“Why?” I ask.

“After that, I got too big to get myself out,” she admits, and I feel bad I wasn’t there for her. I think of her naked and pregnant and even that turns me on. I don’t know what it is about this woman that intrigued me from the start.

“So go take a bath, woman. I got our baby girl,” I assure.

She gives me a lopsided grin. “Thanks, Brett.”

“Of course.” I blink.

I watch her strut off, knowing I need a change of plan. Willow is attracted to me; I just know it deep down. The way she looks at me and checks me out. There is something there, which means I need to use sex appeal to show that woman we are meant to be. Luckily, it isn’t beneath me to try all kinds of dirty things. I quickly grab my phone and open the Amazon app. If I’m pushing for Willow to take better care of herself and take time for herself, then it should also include her sexual wellness. I begin my search for a good vibrator and choose the one with the most reviews that has both vaginal and clitoral stimulation. Then I choose the fastest shipping option, which is set to arrive for tomorrow afternoon. That works out perfectly because I’ll send her for a bath tomorrow night with her little friend. I’ll also have to talk to one of the Heaton brothers and see if they would be willing to babysit so I can take her out for a night on the town. Willow Heaton thinks she doesn’t want a relationship and I get where she is coming from, but since my father died, I’ve been seeing things differently. I don’t want to waste another minute of my life, not when what I want is right here in front of me.

CHAPTERSIX

Willow

My head is literally spinning as I get into bed. When I went to find Brett at the arena, I thought we would come to some understanding on co-parenting. I figured he would come back to the farm and meet Maylee for a day. Not in any alternate universe did I think he was going to be on board for being a full-time parent. I sure as hell would never have dreamed he would want something more with me. He may have been the best sex of my life, but I know better than to think something more can come from our explosive chemistry. I close my eyes, thinking how big burly Brett is curled up sleeping on the hard floor next to our daughter’s crib. He went above and beyond today. He must be exhausted and sleeping on that floor is not a good night’s rest. I have to keep my compassion to a minimum, or else I will be inviting him to sleep in my bed. It is a queen-size bed, and I am sure he’d respect my boundaries, but that’s asking for trouble with the way my body reacts to him.

The sound of his deep voice softly singing Maylee to sleep makes my stomach flip, only it doesn’t last because his sexy voice lulls me to sleep. I wake in the morning with a startle because I dreamed of our night together. The wordsyes, Brett, fuck me harderare on repeat in my mind, but what is worse is that I’ve woken up feeling wet and needy. I may have been a big horny mess during pregnancy, but I didn’t act on my needs. I wasn’t going to go into town pregnant and pick up one of the locals for goodness sakes. After I had Maylee, I got too busy to even think about sex. Now after Brett being back in my life for only a couple of days, I am a hot, needy mess. I slip my fingers between my folds, remembering Brett and the night we met at Focus. The way his suit hugged his body. Those few buttons on his dress shirt he left open revealing a smattering of chest hair. Peeling said suit off him back at his apartment was a treat I’ll not soon forget. His body is sculpted like a cut marble Renaissance man. Running my hands over every fine inch of his body, especially the globes of his ass, lit my body on fire. I come before I get to the part where we had sex, only it isn’t an earth-shattering orgasm because I can never get there myself. Brett has been the only guy who has given me multiple orgasms. Even though he happens to be a couple of rooms down the hall, I can’t use him for sex. It wouldn’t be fair.

I get up to use the bathroom and as I walk up to the door it opens. Brett walks out of the bathroom as a cloud of steam bellows behind him. He’s wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He’s too gorgeous with his dark wet curls slicked back. His lips form in a sly grin. “Mornin’, Willow. Sleep good?”

“Yeah,” I mutter as my gaze runs down his chest to his hard pecs. I remember licking those nipples like it was nobody’s business. When I take in his abs and that sexy V-cut shape that I know leads to a nice-sized cock, my mouth fills with saliva and I get dizzy.

I lick my lips.

“Okay,” he chuckles, clearly amused by my reaction to his body. “You take it easy today. I got our girl. I gave her cereal already and Jacob is watching her so I could shower,” he explains.

I swallow hard, my mouth watering at the sight of him. This is bad. Very, very bad.

“Gotta pee, Brett,” I announce because being close to him has made me forget my name, apparently.

His eyes do a quick sweep over my body. When his gaze lands on my legs, he says, “Damn, Willow, you got the best legs I’ve ever seen. Is it okay to compliment you? I mean, I don’t want to overstep.” By his shit-eating grin, I think he damn well knows he’s affected me.

His cocky demeanor pisses me off, so I get a hold of my hormones and answer with a serious look. “I can take a compliment, Brett. Thank you. And you have a lovely chest. Have you been working out more lately?” My tone is saccharine and his gaze narrows on me because he may want to get under my skin, but I have my needs under control.

“You know I do.” He flexes his pecs and even though I feel a clench between my thighs, I swallow hard.

“Excuse me.” I walk past him into the bathroom.

I quickly pee and wash my hands. Then I look in the mirror.You got this, Willow.Brett is your baby’s daddy, but you don’t need to go falling for him. You’re smarter than that.After my little pep talk, I brush my teeth, wash my face, and fix my hair, feeling a new determination. Then I head back to my room and get dressed. Everything about my body has changed since I had Maylee. My hips are a little wider, my breasts fuller, my stomach has also not gone back down to its normal size, and I think my butt is definitely rounder. I opt for a pair of lululemon leggings because they have stretch. I pair them with an oversized sweater since I told Lev I’d come help him sell cheese at the market today and the building it’s in has minimal heat. I slip on my Ugg booties and also grab a thick wool scarf that I wrap around my neck. I apply some lip gloss since my lips feel dry. I’m definitely not trying to impress Brett. My hair was done yesterday at the spa and the hairdresser gave me large waves that still look good today, so I run my fingers through the strands. I spritz some Vanilla Sex perfume on my nape, just behind my earlobes. I may not have worn perfume since coming back to Sugar Meadow, but I am feeling a little more like my old self today. Maybe it was my morning finger action reminding me I am not only a mom but a woman with needs.

I head downstairs where I find Jacob playing with Maylee on a blanket and Brett in the kitchen flipping pancakes.

“Just in time, Honey,” Brett says, eyeing me over his shoulder.

“Don’t Honey me, Brett,” I warn. He called me Honey the night we met at Focus. At first, I thought it was odd but then I liked it. I try not to remember the moment I asked him why he was calling me Honey because I was panting while he went down on me. Just the thought makes my body burn.

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