Page 59 of The Billionaire Bodyguard Next Door

My heart thudded in my chest. “Morning, Luna.”

“Daddy, I'm hungry.”

I stood. “How does French toast sound?”

“Delicious,” Luna answered.

My lips twitched. “I was asking Alice, but it's good to know what you like.”

Alice walked right up to Luna and tugged on her arm. Luna bent down as Alice cupped her hand and whispered in Luna's ear.

Luna broke into a wide smile, then cupped her hand and whispered back into Alice's ear.

They were fucking adorable conspiring together. The tableau had me absently rubbing the spot over my heart.

I'd wondered what it would be like to raise my daughter with a partner. With someone who wanted both of us—the packaged deal.

They both straightened, mischief written all over their faces.

“We want donuts,” Alice said firmly.

Luna raised a finger. “And a latte. Preferably vanilla.”

I crossed my arms. “Is that so? And where do you expect us to get said donuts and vanilla latte?”

“In town,” Alice said.

Luna nodded enthusiastically beside my daughter as she pointed at me. “You're driving.”

Is that so?

They both nodded some more, the corner of Luna's lips upturned.

“What about Faith?” I was here to babysit, and I took that seriously. “Are we supposed to just leave her here?”

Alice gasped. “I'll get her!”

In a flash, she was out the door, her little legs carrying her across the back cobblestones toward Constance's cottage. I watched the whole thing through the glass pane covering the top half of the door.

Luna recaptured my attention. She leaned against the marble countertops, her forearms resting on the counter behind her.

“I should separate you two. You're a bad influence.”

Luna placed a hand on her chest. “Little ‘ole me? Never.”

“I’ll call bullshit on that.” I swallowed the space between us, and her arms came up to rest on my chest, the movement effortless, like we’d done this song and dance a million times before. “The bed was cold without you.”

When I finally emerged from my own bedroom this morning, I caught a glimpse of her on her phone talking to one of her associates.

The woman never rested. It was no wonder her body kept shutting down on her.

Luna extended a finger, dragging it down my chest, and I held my breath wondering what would come next.

When I stepped back, her brows furrowed.

“How are you feeling about last night?” I asked.

She blinked. Twice.

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