Page 56 of Wicked Little Secret

“No. No matter what I did, he wanted nothing to do with it.”

“That’s pretty normal. We’ll work on it.”

“Either that or you’re never leaving this house for longer than three hours at a time again.”

She laughed like he was joking.

He wasn’t.

He gestured to the bags on the counter. “Did you get a dress?”

Her face lit up. “I did.”

“I can’t wait to see it.”

She cocked her head. “Really?”

His brows furrowed. How could she ask that? “Of course. I’m sure you’re going to be stunning.”

She stared at him a minute longer, then drew her attention back to their son. Her hair was piled on her head, but it was starting to fall loose around her face as she stared down at Sawyer. There was such love in her eyes for their little boy, Maverick’s solar plexus tightened as he watched them.

He knew she was going to be a knockout when she walked down the makeshift aisle in their great room on Christmas Eve, but he had a hard time believing she could be any more beautiful than she was at that moment.

She glanced up and gave him a soft smile when she found him staring.

With a cough, he looked away.

“I’m going to make some lunch. Are you hungry?”

“Starving. We didn’t have time to eat.”

“Why?” he asked with a frown as he pulled a pan from the cupboard. “You should have gone to lunch with your girlfriend. It was probably nice to get out.”

“It was. But I had a feeling he wasn’t going to take the bottle.”

“Well, selfishly, I’m grateful and relieved that you cut your afternoon short. He was a hangry little guy. But I also feel bad that you had to.” He winked as he turned on the burner. “I’ll make it up to you.”

She looked up at him with hooded eyes. “How?”

By making you scream my name as I make you come.

He couldn’t tell if she was flirting with him, so he kept that thought to himself. He remembered Patricia had no interest in sex after she had Nick and Nash.

Still, he gave her a cheeky grin. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

She raised her eyebrows at him and murmured, “I’m sure you will.”

That time, he definitely knew she was flirting.

After she finished feeding and burping Sawyer, she laid him on the ottoman and changed his diaper in a matter of minutes. Maverick was still getting the diaper thing figured out.

“You’re amazing, you know,” he said as he set her plate in front of her when she sat down at the table.

“What?”

He tilted his chin toward Sawyer, who was in a milk coma in her lap. “With him. You make it look so easy.”

“You understand part of my job is to help bring these guys into the world, right?”

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