Page 51 of Wrong Idea

“Grant’s irritated his time island hopping has come to a pause, and Harrison had a feeling this was coming. Something I’m guessing you had a hand in?” She smiled at me.

“Maybe.” She shrugged, not in the least sorry. And fuck me, I loved that bratty side. I had a feeling it was going to be a long night when we got home. My wife was in a mood for some attention from daddy. My youngest brother and Max got along great. She was the sister he’d never had and vice versa.

“But once I told them why, Grant got over it,” I shared, sitting her down on the plush leather massage table. “They’re both over the moon about being uncles.”

“Yay!” She smiled.

“Did you get a hold of your sister to tell her the news?” Her smile dimmed a little as she shook her head. Fuck. I had no idea why their relationship was so strained, but as the years passed, it stayed the same. She hadn’t even bothered showing up at the wedding.

“No, but it’s okay. I told Olive, and she quickly had a list of gender reveal party and baby shower themes ready and telling me if I chose anyone else to make the cake or desserts, she would kick my butt.” She laughed, and I nodded, thankful she had the Trejo sisters at her back. I pressed my forehead against hers and breathed in her feminine scent. One I never tired of. One that was all home.

“I love you, Max.”

“I love you, too, Carver. Now, I think it’s time for daddy to take me home and punish me for making you watch me play with myself without you.”

“Oh, that is definitely happening, naughty little girl. I’m going to spank you till you beg to take my cock between your pretty lips.” My sexy woman didn’t look in the least alarmed. My girl loved to get her bottom spanked.

“Yay,” she whispered before kissing me.

I had no idea how the hell life could be so fucking good, but holding Max, pregnant with my child, I held my entire world in my arms, and I couldn’t wait to see what life had in store for us.

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I glanced around avoiding to look behind me. He was here.Again.With the girl he’d started dating a minute after we broke up. Jack could be a lot of things, but I hadn’t thought he would have been as heartless and nonchalant about how he restarted his life. I picked up my glass of wine and heard my brother sigh.

“Mind your own,” I mumbled, taking a healthy chug.

“You need to find a hobby,” he suggested in an annoying way only a little brother could. “Or download an app,” he muttered. I glanced up at him. Onyx was only two years younger, but to me, he would always me the kid brother who bugged me all the time and got away with all sorts of things just because he was a boy.

“An app?”

“You know, swipe right or left.” I blinked.

I knew what he was suggesting. A dating app. I was thirty-two and now had to go on dating apps after having been with someone for over a decade. Someone I thought I would one day marry and have kids with. Good god, life had a weird sense of humor. I used to believe everything happened for a reason. Like, truly believe it. But I couldn’t figure out why this whole thing with Jack had to be this way.

“A dating app.” The idea made me want to gag. “I don’t think so.” I shook my head.

“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it.” My brother’s hands rose, and I rolled my eyes. “All I am saying is there’s a reason they say getting under someone is a great way to get over someone else. Just ask Oli.”

“Of course, you would say that, my little man child,” I teased with a smile. I knew Onyx was just trying to cheer me up in the best way he could.

“He’s a dick,” my brother said. His dark eyes never wavered from mine. Jack’s betrayal hadn’t just affected me but everyone in my family. “And like I told you that first time he walked in here after you two split, I am more than happy to kick him out. The offer still stands.”

“I know,” I said softly, emotions getting the better of me. “Moonlit Pines is a small town. We’re bound to bump into one another.” I shrugged. “I’d rather have it be here with you and the girls around me than at the grocery store.”

Which coincidently had already happened twice to me, but I wasn’t going to mention that to Onyx. He might be younger than me, but he was overprotective of all his sisters equally.

“I guess. I just wish you’d let me and the guys go over and talk to him.”

“We both know if you and your boys”—I pointed towards his best friends and business partners—“approached him, you would do a lot more than just talk.”

“Maybe then he’d get the idea and date over in Sugarloaf or fucking Running Hills.”

“Maybe, but it’s unnecessary. We’re adults. We grew apart,” I mumbled, almost starting to believe my own lie. The truth was a lot more complicated than that.

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