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“Is that why you’re home so early?” I smirked.

“Actually, it is.” He smiled as he picked up Aubrey. “If you need to rest, then rest. My daughter and I are going to spend some time together.”

“I pumped some bottles today. Don’t forget, it’s your turn to get up with her tonight.”

“I haven’t forgotten, sweetheart. We’ll be downstairs if you want to join us.” He kissed my head.

Wes was the perfect father. In fact, he was too perfect, and I feared little Miss Aubrey was going to be incredibly spoiledby him. But not only by her daddy but also by her uncle and godfather, Franco.

After Aubrey was born, I continued my therapy sessions with Dr. Stark and my yoga and meditation. Everything I feared all these years about having children was for nothing. Now, I couldn’t imagine my life without her.

My mother and I slowly started to get to know each other. She was different now than when she had me, and I realized everyone deserved a second chance. She was good with Aubrey, and I could tell she loved her. I had finally met my half-siblings. I had a sister and a brother. Allie was twenty-one, and Michael was nineteen. Wes was afraid that all of this was too soon and that I’d be overwhelmed, but I wasn’t. All of a sudden, I had this instant family, and I embraced it.

When I think back to the chain of events that led me to Wes, I knew he was the one I was meant to be with for the rest of my life. The natural forces of the world made sure we met in Paris, and they also made sure it didn’t end there. One night in Paris was all it took to change my life forever.

“Anna, can you take her, please?” Wes asked as he walked into the room and handed her to me. “She’s been changed, and now I need to do the same.”

I looked at his shirt and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Did she?” I asked.

“Yes. How does one child have that much poop in her? She exploded all over me.”

He took off his clothes and went into the bathroom to clean up. Once he changed, he climbed on the bed next to us, hooked his arm around me, and placed his finger in his daughter’s hand while she wrapped her tiny fingers around it.

“I love us.” He smiled as he looked at me.

“I love us too.” I kissed his lips.

“When can we start working on the next one?”

“When can you stop asking such silly questions?”

“Right.” He grinned as he kissed me.

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One Night In London

One Night In London

New York Times, USA Today & Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author

SANDI LYNN

Prologue

Chloe

I nervously rummaged through my closet, trying to find my Louboutin black stiletto heels— shoes that were half off and another seventy-five percent off the half-off price. They were a freaking steal, and the only pair that was left happened to be my size. I stumbled upon them by accident earlier in the week when I was looking at the clearance rack, trying to find the perfect pair of shoes for my date tonight with Corey. He was taking me to my favorite restaurant because he needed to discuss something with me. It was no surprise, though. I already had my suspicions. He was going to ask me to move in with him.

Corey and I had been dating for almost nine months. We met when he and his mom came into the art gallery where I worked, looking for a painting for her bedroom. We got to talking, and he asked me out for coffee the next day. At first, I didn’t think he was really my type, but then again, I never really knew what my type was. We had so much in common that it wasn’t hard to fall for him. Corey, by far, had been the longest relationship I’d ever been in, and he was a really nice guy. The only thing that bothered me was that he wasn’t very sexual. Once everyother week was more than enough for him, and it was usually over before it started. But I overlooked that problem because we always had so much fun when we were together. We loved the same movies and the same music, and he loved art almost as much as I did. We were perfect for each other, and I knew the time was right to move in together. Although we never talked about it, I sensed it was what he planned to ask me. You’re probably sitting there thinking that he’s going to propose. That was off the table because neither one of us wanted to get married until we were at least a couple of years older. Being twenty-four, we both felt we needed to be completely established in our careers before making a lifelong commitment.

I stood in front of my full-length mirror as I slipped into my heels and ran my hands down the sides of my short black dress with the V-neckline and three-quarter-length sleeves, which I also picked up on sale. Running my fingers through my long brown hair, I lightly sprayed the curled ends, grabbed my purse, and headed to Sur in West Hollywood.

When I arrived, Corey was already seated and waiting for me. Butterflies fluttered around my belly at the thought of us moving in together. As I approached the table, Corey stood up and kissed my cheek. He was always such a gentleman.

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