Page 21 of Hot Momosa

“So? What does that have to do with this?”

“Best case scenario, it’ll look like a publicity stunt to shift the focus away from the photos. Worst case, the media will somehow tie it back to you and your family’s business.”

Great. Just fucking great. I’m going to be treated like a mobster, but have none of the perks that go along with being one.

I forced myself to check my baggage at the door and focus on Dahlia’s needs for once. “I heard you mention a S-T-A-L-K-E-R to Mrs. Simmons. Tell me what’s going on.”

“I will, but not tonight.”

I seriously needed to have that chat, but I didn’t want Gunnar to repeat my words until the end of time. “Mrs. Simmons can keep an eye on the little guy for a few minutes.”

“I said, not tonight.” Dahlia took Gunnar from my arms. “Thanks for coming, but I shouldn’t have called you.”

“That’s garbage. Of course you should have called me.” My words came out harsher than I’d intended. Calming an emotionally wrecked Dahlia normally involved a careful dance of leading her without being a pushy SOB. Although, going completely caveman on her worked in dire situations, and the situation was fucking dire.

She hung her head. “You should go. We’ll be okay here until tomorrow.”

“Like hel…p. Like help. You need my help.” Damn it. She’s retreating. Screw it. Time for Neanderthal mode. “You’re coming home with me.”

“Leo house?” The kiddo held his hands out and wiggled until Dahlia gave up and handed him back to me. He placed his chubby hands on my cheeks. “Can I come?”

Unsure how to answer, I met Dahlia’s gaze.

She glanced from Gunnar to me and sighed. “That’s not a good idea.”

A better man would have respected her wishes, but I figured if I were going to be treated like scum for the rest of my life I might as well earn it. And using a child to manipulate his mother was as low as I could get.

“You’re right. It’s not a good idea. It’s a fantastic idea.” I pulled my head back and grinned at my son. “Right, buddy?”

“Right!” The burst of enthusiasm seemed to use up the last of his energy. The little guy rested his head on my shoulder, drew a deep breath, and stuck his thumb back into his mouth.

Her eyes widened. “That…wasn’t fair.”

“You’re right.” I leaned closer to Dahlia and lowered my voice. “But think about this logically. No offense to Mrs. Simmons, but I doubt she’ll be much help if your visitor comes back. You’re exhausted. You’ll be safe at my place.”

She rested her hand on Gunnar’s back. “Only until I figure out another alternative.”

Good enough. For now.

“Let’s go.”

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