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I can’t imagine what he feels when he looks at his little girl. I know what I feel like when I look at her, and she’s not mine. But for Gannon—to see himself and the woman he loves in one little person who is delighted to see him every day? That must feel better than anything in the world.
“You love her, don’t you?” Carys asks softly. “Aurora, not Ivy.”
I nod.
“Does it scare you that it’s happened so fast?” she asks.
I sigh, pulling my gaze to my best friend. “No, it doesn’t scare me. I’ve always told you that I would know the woman for me when I met her.”
“That you have.”
“I think she’s a little scared shitless. I’m trying to keep some distance so she can breathe, but?—”
“But your style is to smother, I know.” She chuckles. “Make sure you bring her to your birthday party.”
“Hey, about that … I have an idea. It’s not fully formed, and I’m still getting it all together. But I might have a request.”
“You can’t make requests for your birthday party,” Gannon says. “That’s not how it works.”
“And hold off on selling the Raptors,” I say. “Let me talk to my girl.”
Gannon’s brows lift, and he gives me a smug smile.
“I’ll call you,” I tell Carys, walking backward to the door. I wave at their little family. “But, right now, I have to get to work—unlike some people who just stay home all day. I love you guys.”
“Watch it!” Gannon says.
I laugh as I walk out the door.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Aurora
“Hey,” I say, answering the phone as soon as I see Tate’s name light up the screen. “Can you hold on for one second?”
“Absolutely.”
I drop the phone to my side. “Can you finish getting that together and bring it to my office, Tally? I need to take this call.”
“That’s better, anyway. You make me nervous when you stand over my shoulder.”
“I do not.”
She laughs as I leave her office.
The building is relatively empty, with most of the staff leaving around four o’clock. The usual chatter between coworkers, phones ringing, and computers dinging is quiet. You can almost hear yourself think.
“Sorry,” I say, heading down the hall. “Tally and I have been fighting with the tech team all afternoon.”
“If you have work to do, ignore me.”
I slip inside my office and close the door behind me.
“You’re very hard to ignore, Mr. Brewer. I’ve tried.”
He chuckles.
“Also, you’re my boss.” I sit behind my desk. “I’m pretty much required to answer your calls.”
