Page 31 of Hot Momosa

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Dahlia glanced between Gunnar and me. “But I’ll take you up on your offer to have Stuart keep an eye on us until we leave.”

I had about a million questions, but bit my tongue. I’d have plenty of time to ask them when we were alone, and preferably after she’d had her coffee. However, there was one I couldn’t resist asking. “Any idea where you’ll go?”

She met my gaze. “Harrison offered his place in Baton Rouge.”

I turned my back to her so she couldn’t see my expression. “Sounds downright cozy.”

“He’s hardly ever in town. My father has him working on the campaign non-stop.” She sighed. “I’m sorry, Leo. A lot has happened in the past year. Things changed.”

“You’re an adult capable of making your own mistakes. Just make sure you have security there.” I set a plateful of waffles on the table. “Shouldn’t you be getting dressed? You don’t want to be late for Prince Charming.”

“Prince Charmin!” Gunnar giggled and climbed into his chair.

“That’s right, buddy. Prince Charmin.” I threw my head back and laughed.

“Be nice. Both of you.” Dahlia seemed to struggle between laughing and bursting into tears, snagged a waffle, and retreated down the hall.

I understood her confusion. Hell, I was right there with her, but that didn’t mean I was going to let her go without a fight. As long as I kept her smiling, we could work through anything. All I had to do was reminded her we belonged together.

Harrison-fucking-Meriwether can kiss my Sicilian ass.

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