Page 52 of Next Door Billionaire's Surprise Baby

I laugh, “You just said his name.”

She claps her hands with baby joy, and I grin proudly. It was difficult for her to say Kane before, but now she sounds like a pro, and she can’t stop saying his name.

“Wow, you can say his name so well now,” I tell her as I kiss her forehead. I pack her day bag and head downstairs to have breakfast. I see Rosa coming in as I arrive at the kitchen.

“Good morning, Chloe,” she greets, and I smile back, “Hey, Rosa.”

I place Skye in the new high chair Kane got for her and set her bowl of cereal in front of her.

As I settle down to dig into my food, the doorbell rings. Rosa scurries over to get it, and I hear a brief commotion in the foyer.

“Sorry, I don’t know who you are,” Rosa says.

“Kane does. Is he in? Call him down here.”

I freeze in shock at Tim’s voice.

“He just left for work some minutes ago. You can leave a message with me, and I’ll pass it along to him when he gets back,” Rosa suggests.

“Never mind. I’ll call him,” Tim grumbles.

I barely breathe as I listen to his words, hoping he leaves. I hear him leaving, and I start to breathe again in relief, but right at that moment, my daughter decides to let out the loudest squeal in that moment.

“Kane!”

Oh God.

I cover my face with my hands and pray that Tim didn’t hear Skye.

Not noticing the sound of his daughter’s voice? Impossible.

And indeed, he did because the next thing I heard was, “What was that?”

Rosa, clueless as to what is going on, answers, “You mean who? That’s the boss’s niece.”

I contemplate picking Skye up and quietly leaving through the back door. But knowing the toddler, she would probably give us away with her warbled noises.

“Niece?” Tim sounds confused, “But I’m his only brother…”

The realization dawns on him, and at the same time, I sink hopelessly into my seat.

“Skye’s here? Chloe’s here?“ The pounding of his feet on the marble floor echoes through the house as he races in the direction of the kitchen. He arrives in no time, gawking wide-eyed at both of us as he pants heavily.

He looks surprisingly good today in a white office dress shirt and indigo-colored pants. A light blue tie is looped around his neck, and he’s rocking a shiny black pair of Oxfords. His eyes dart between his daughter and me, and he asks, “What are you doing here, in Kane’s house?”

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, and no words come out for the moment.

As Tim tries to figure out what’s going on, he says, “I thought he said he was living with his girlfriend.”

My eyes widen, and my tongue loosens enough for me to repeat, “Girlfriend? What girlfriend?”

Or was he referring to me? But we aren’t dating, at least not officially.

Yet.

Tim shakes his head while his facial expression turns incredulous, “He lied then. I’m sure he lied to me many times over the years. But I still don’t get it. What are you doing here if he doesn’t have a girlfriend?"

He sounds so curious, so demanding that I instantly lash out at him, “That’s none of your business!”

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