Page 49 of Knot Your Baby

Thorne can’t stand not knowing everything. The man is a walking talking Wikipedia. “Ah! Finleigh! And she married actors Broderick Field and Harley Niles.”

“And my omega is Finleigh’s sister. The daughter of Danielle Rose.”

“What?” Thorne hisses.

“Exactly. You’d never know. When did you ever see Danielle Rose with anyone other than Finleigh or her husbands?”

Thorne shrugs dismissively. “She’s still a single mom omega... Not exactly what we’re looking for.”

“And she may not have an alpha now,” Miller counters thoughtfully. “But what if he comes looking for her once he finds out she has a child?”

I can’t help but feel protective of her as we talk about this. It feels like she’s already ours—mine—in every sense that matters.

“What’s the baby’s name?” Miller asks.

“Stone.”

Miller gasps, his eyes wide. “Wait... That’s the omega I told you about! What’s her full name?”

“Freya Rose.”

“God...it is.” He pauses, catching my eye before turning to Thorne with urgency written all over his face. “I could smell her.”

Thorne looks at me; there’s hesitation mixed with a glimmer of interest?

“We need to meet her,” he finally says, but I still hear the hesitation in his voice.

“I have a better plan.” My pulse quickens at my own idea. “We persuade her to move in here. Her apartment has no elevator; she has to cart Stone up six flights of stairs whenever she goes anywhere.”

Thorne swallows hard as he stares at me, considering everything wrapped up in that proposal.

“Do you think she’ll be the reason you give up firefighting?” he asks.

Inside, I’m doing flips at the thought that they are interested but keep it cool on the outside.

“If you give her a chance,” I say slowly, “I’ll consider it.”

Chapter 14

Freya

I tuck my phonebetween my shoulder and jaw as I continue my call with Harlow as I organize Stone’s things to take him for a few hours in the park.

“The insurance company is taking forever. And the building inspector is making another visit today. Rumor is, he is going to condemn the building.”

My head is spinning with the news about my shop. About my future.

“God. That is dreadful news. But why don’t you use the opportunity to work from home,” Harlow says through the speaker. “Do deliveries. Keep the insurance money and upgrade that shoebox you call a kitchen.”

“Hey, my kitchen is cozy.” I pat my counter defensively. “Like a warm hug.”

“More like suffocation.” Harlow’s laugh echoes through the phone. “Anyway, you mentioned you wanted to talk about something?”

“Yeah, I need to talk to you about someone in particular.”

“The sexy firefighter?”

Heat floods my cheeks. “How did you know?”

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