Page 120 of Unlawful Seduction

“Well, we need answers,” Jenny added.

“Let’s see,” Beckett said in his usual husky voice as he rubbed his stubbled jaw. Why did he need to be so sexy tonight? I was having a difficult time concentrating on anything but how hot he appeared.

Tight jeans, a Henley shirt that fit every chest muscle as if molded for the man, and a leather jacket. I was in lust.

“I think I’ll keep her,” he added.

Marjorie fanned her face. “Now we just need to find our own personal heroes.”

“Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Can we ride dat?” He was pointing toward the teacups, a favorite ride when I was a kid.

“I think we can. Beckett is coming with us.” I gave him a sly look, even blowing him a kiss on purpose.

“Get a room,” Marjorie said under her breath. “We’re going to get an adult beverage. You sure you don’t want to join us?”

“Uh, no. I think I’ll have my hands full. We’ll join you later,” I told her.

“You’re missing out!”

I laughed and grabbed Beckett’s hand like Brady was doing with mine, dragging the man toward the ride.

Beckett grabbed Brady’s other hand, even joining in lifting the little man off his feet and swinging him back and forth as we moved toward the ride. While it was already getting crowded, we only had to wait in line for a few minutes before the attendant pointed to one of the teacups.

“Dis is fun!” Brady was so happy and sitting between the two of us seemed as natural as the conversations I’d had with Beckett the last few days. Sadly, I continued to worry about the bubble being burst.

“Yes, it is, baby. Now, hold onto the metal bar. Okay?” I snuggled closer, ensuring he was strapped in. I glanced at Beckett and my entire body felt a wash of heat from the way he was looking at me.

“You have something on your mind,” he said over Brady whooping and hollering. The kid was never quiet. Kind of like his mother.

“So, I was wondering. Did you purchase the construction firm?”

“May-be.”

“You’re a mean man.”

“How many times do you need to tell me that?”

I smacked his arm and Brady gasped as he stared up at me. “You hit him, Mommy. You told me that was bad.”

“It is bad, Brady,” Beckett piped in. “Violence never solves anything.”

Leaning forward, I made faces at Beckett and Brady wasn’t able to see. Beckett was having a tough time not laughing.

“Are you really curious about the company or if I plan on staying?” Beckett pushed as the attendant started the ride.

“Well, both.”

“Let’s just say the contracts are signed and I pulled the house off the market. Does that answer your question?”

Every nerve ending was on fire.

“When were you planning on telling me that?” I was also breathless.

“My, oh, my. You have no patience.”

“None!” The ride started in earnest, the cups spinning and Brady already screaming with delight.

Only a couple of minutes into the ride and both Beckett and I were laughing our butts off. I’d never heard Brady giggling so much and it made my heart sing.

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