Page 41 of Tied to Hope
He gave her a quick kiss and started walking toward their home.
Brie took solace in Sir’s ability to compartmentalize a problem and figure out the best solution. It was one of his many talents.
But, when she glanced back at Rytsar’s beach house, she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread in her heart.
To stay distracted, Brie spent the day cleaning things that did not need cleaning and straightening up everything in the house twice.
Sir finally stopped her. “You are making me nervous, babygirl.”
Brie smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I think I know what can quiet your mind.” He held out his hand to her.
Guiding her toward the couch, Sir commanded she sit down, then left her alone in the room while he went to get something. She wondered what kinky thing he had in mind and was surprised when he returned with their sleeping baby in his arms.
Brie laughed softly as he lay Hope in her arms.
Hope wiggled momentarily without opening her eyes before settling back to sleep. Sir sat down next to Brie, saying, “I find there is nothing more calming in this world than a sleeping child.”
He moved his hand down to Brie’s stomach, resting it there. “Especially when that child was created out of love.”
Brie turned her gaze away from Hope. “And damn hot sex.”
“That’s something we won’t tell her.” Sir chuckled, staring down at their child.
Brie grinned. “I wonder how many children are the products of the hottest sex their parents have ever had?”
His chuckle grew deeper as he turned to kiss Brie on the lips. “I say when the time is right, we should see if we can’t top number one.”
Brie returned his kiss, her entire body thrilling at the prospect of making another baby with him. Baby-making sex with Sir was completely and mind-blowingly hot. “Do you want to start sooner rather than later?”
Sir reached out and caressed Hope’s soft hair. “Not quite yet. This little girl deserves our full attention right now.”
Brie loved how thoughtful Sir was as a father. He had been afraid that he was too wounded to properly care for a child, but just looking at him staring down at Hope with such love in his eyes was proof enough that he took after his father.
She’d never doubted he would make the best kind of daddy—although she had also suspected he would be overly protective of her. It was going to be interesting to see how that played out as Hope grew older.
“Looking at her brings me joy,” he whispered.
Brie gazed down at Hope sleeping so peacefully in her arms and smiled. “Me, too…”
A week later, they still had not heard a word from Rytsar about the letter. Sir reminded her to be patient, but not knowing was killing her inside.
So, when she went on her morning stroll down the beach and saw Faelan’s blue Mustang in Rytsar’s driveway, she decided to pay Rytsar a quick visit. She figured it would give her a good excuse to see Rytsar and satisfy her curiosity at the same time.
She knocked on his door and was surprised when Maxim answered it. She knew it meant that Titov had returned to Russia, which made her sad because she hadn’t had the chance to say goodbye.
“Mrs. Davis is here,” he announced formally.
“Enter,radost moya,” Rytsar called out from inside.
Stepping aside, Maxim let her in with a curt nod.
She saw Rytsar talking to Faelan in the kitchen, and walked over to greet them. “Well, this is an unexpected treat to see you here, Mr. Wallace.”
Faelan turned to her. He looked as charming as ever with his twinkling blue eye and that stylish eyepatch. “Good to see you again, Mrs. Davis.”
She noticed he was holding a Frisbee in his hand. “Are you giving Rytsar pointers on how to throw that America classic?”
