Page 130 of Filthy Savage

“Okay!” When I register her voice, my anxiety instantly shoots out of me.

Hurrying toward the kitchen, I see them both around the island.

Oh thank God.

“Hey, baby.” Fionn peers at me while standing over Fia in the kitchen, cutting into her pancakes.

I place a hand on my chest, trying to control my heartbeat while Max rushes over, licking my hands.

When Fionn takes in my appearance, he lowers the fork. “What’s wrong?”

He comes over, clasping my face in his hands, searching my gaze for something amiss.

“When I didn’t see her in her bed…”

“Shit,” he whispers like he doesn’t want her to hear. “I’m sorry.” His forehead falls to mine. “Nothing will ever happen to her here. You don’t have to worry.”

I nod and grab his forearms, not wanting to let go. His strong hands stroke my back, his heart beating next to mine.

“Mama, are you okay?” Fia’s sweet tone has me pulling back and smiling at her reassuringly.

“I’m just fine, baby. How are your pancakes?”

“SO yummy!” She tosses another piece into her mouth, foregoing the fork altogether, chocolate stains on her little hands.

“Come on. Let’s eat, babe.” While holding my hand, he pulls up a chair for me across from Fia’s and takes the one beside me.

He fills my plate with pancakes and eggs, then adds to his own. His white t-shirt stretches across his back, every inch of muscle evident. I swear the man doesn’t know how to look bad. Even his hair is perfect when he wakes up, brushed back and impeccable.

“I have another surprise for you.” There’s an obvious glint in his eyes.

“Oh, really?” I cut into my eggs, popping a piece into my mouth. “And what’s that?”

“Well, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you.” He chuckles. “Now eat so I can show it to you.”

What in the world can it be?

I finish the food in minutes, scarfing it down while he sips on his coffee, staring at me with a twitch of his mouth.

“Really wanna know, don’t you?”

I nod with excitement. “I love surprises.”

“Is that so?” he teases.

“Mm-hmm.” I arch a brow. “But I don’t want you to think I’m asking for more surprises, by the way.” I pop a piece of pancake into my mouth.

He laughs. “Pretty dangerous to tell your wealthy husband you like surprises, Mrs. Quinn, and think he’ll just ignore that bit of information.”

My belly flips, enjoying the way it sounded when he said husband.

“Come on, let’s go outside.” Getting to his feet, he reaches for Fia, taking her hand and mine.

I grow eager with anticipation.

“Close your eyes,” he tells me as we reach the door.

Once I do, he leads me out, the cool air hitting my face.

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