Page 79 of Hot Momosa

The line snapped.

“Son of a bitch.” I slammed the pole into the mount.

Gabe, never one to let sleeping dogs lie, or lost fish swim, turned to me. “When do we get to meet our nephew?”

Now? He’s going to do this now?

I bent at the waist and rested my hands on my thighs.

“Looks like none of us can close a deal.” Enzo chuckled. The bastard.

“He’s already got the girl. All he has to do is reel her in.” Marco wiggled his brows.

Gabe deadpanned. “Let’s just hope the line doesn’t snap.”

“Are you four done yet?” I glared up at them.

“They have a kid together. She’ll come around.” Dante laughed. “Wait until you see Gunnar. He is Leo’s Mini-Me.”

He’s right. Even the reporters outside the condo commented on the resemblance.

“Dante, you’re a genius.” I stood upright. “All I needed to do is convince Dahlia to make a statement with me and Gunnar by her side. There was no way anyone could miss the fact he’s mine.”

“And if they do?” Enzo asked.

“A paternity test would end any speculation.” Gabe spoke from experience on that one.

I freakin’ loved this plan. “Harrison-fucking-Meriwether will be crucified in the court of public opinion.”

Enzo scratched his jaw. “Will Dahlia do that? I mean, this could easily turn against her if the press think she doesn’t know who knocked her up.”

Damn it.

Gabe nodded slowly. “Be very careful how you handle this.”

“And then there’s the stalker.” This from Dante, who, up until that moment, I’d thought was on my side.

“So what do I do?” I resisted the urge to kick the side of the boat. With my luck I’d end up with broken bones and a permanent limp.

Dante clamped a hand on my shoulder. “Simple. You convince Harrison Meriwether to admit he lied.”

Enzo motioned to the crystal blue water. “He’d have a better chance of jumping in and catching that fish with his bare hands.”

Maybe. Maybe not.

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