Page 24 of Renard's Deliverance

“She’ll come if you ask her.”

Saxon nodded. It wasn’t like him to be so indecisive but he looked tired. “I’ll call her. Once you give me my daughter.”

“She’s happy here. Go do your shit and then come back to get her.”

“Are you sure?” Saxon asked.

“Go away.”

“Where is Malina?”

Saxon had hired a second chef so that Renard could take time off. Who the fuck had said he needed time off?

Not him.

Time off just meant time to think which was not something he wanted.

“Car broke down and she’s waiting for someone to give her a ride. Told her that it was a piece of shit.”

Saxon ran his hand over his face. “Is she quitting? She’s going to quit, isn’t she?”

“How the fuck do I know?” Renard retorted, walking back into the kitchen.

Shit. Evan was fucking everything up.

“Don’t swear in front of my daughter.”

Renard scoffed. “She’s two weeks old. She doesn’t know the word fuck.”

“And I don’t want her knowing it,” Saxon said firmly. “I do not want her first word to be fuck.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not going to be.”

“Because you’re going to stop swearing?” Saxon asked.

“Because her first word is gonna be ‘Renard.’ Now, go away and leave me to work and take care of your baby.”

Saxon shook his head but turned to leave. “I’ll come back for her in an hour.”

“You better!”

He waited until the other man was gone to whisper to the little one. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll find you a good name.”

* * *

Opal groaned.Rolling out of bed, she stumbled to the door.

Who the hell was knocking on her door at this time of morning? Were they mad? It was only . . . ten.

Fine. Okay. Maybe it wasn’t that early. But still, it was Saturday morning, people!

She opened the door and glared with one eye shut. The sun blasted her other retina making her regret not grabbing her sunglasses.

“What is it?” she snarled at the small woman standing on her porch.

“Well, I never! That is not acceptable attire to wear while answering the door!”

Great.

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