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was woken by the sound of an alarm. It took me a few moments to shake the sleep from my head until I realized it was coming from my front gate—a notification that someone was at the call box, trying to get in. The only time the alarm ever went off in the middle of the night was if I invited a woman over. Her presence anticipated, my hands stripping off her clothes the moment she walked through my door, my lips devouring every inch of her skin before she reached my bedroom.
But it was three in the morning, and I hadn’t invited anyone over.
I sat up, turning on the bedside light, and grabbed the tablet from my nightstand, the screen showing a woman, wrapped in a dark coat, standing in front of my call box.
I enlarged the camera feed, zooming in on her face.
She was vaguely familiar, not enough that I could recall her name.
“Hello?” I said into the speaker. “Can I help you?”
“Ford … I need to talk to you.”
I wasn’t surprised she knew my name. She was pressing the button on the metal box on the side of my gate, attempting to gain my attention, so I would hope she knew who I was.
It was the urgency in her voice that startled me.
I ran my hand over my hair. The gel I had put in right before meeting my brothers for drinks caused the strands to be hard, cemented in place. “What do you need to talk to me about?”
“You … me.” She paused. “It’s important.” Another beat passed and then, “Please, open the gate.”
I shook my head even though she couldn’t see me.
Our law firm’s private plane was flying me to Minneapolis in just a few hours to meet with a client. I needed sleep.
“Can you come back? Let’s say, Saturday afternoon at a normal time, and we can—”
“No, Ford, I can’t. Please. I’m begging you. We need to talk now.”
Goddamn it.
I sighed, “I’ll meet you outside.”
I pressed the button that would allow her in and forced myself out of bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, walking through my house toward the front. I flipped on the outside light and opened the door. The woman was standing a few feet from the steps with a face I still only semi-recognized, a body that couldn’t be seen in the baggy clothes and long, unbuttoned coat. There was a bag that hung from her shoulder and a strange, misplaced bundle of blankets in her arms.
“I’m sorry, you are?”
“Rebecca.”
Rebecca. Rebecca.
My eyes squinted as I took in her stare. “You’re the bartender at—”
“Yes.”
The night we’d had together was starting to come back to me.
Was it six months ago? Ten months? A year even? I couldn’t recall.
But the more I gazed at her, more from the evening we’d spent together began to unfold in my head.
As I’d been sitting at the bar, alone, it had begun as a simple flirtation. That led to us speaking the entire night, and I followed her into the back room once the last patron left. The moment the door was locked, I held her against the wall, slamming my lips against hers.
I’d fingered her while she drove us to my place.
I’d spread her across my kitchen island the minute we got inside.
Even if the whiskey had made the details of that night a bit vague, I could still recount the major parts.
“Why are you here, Rebecca?”
She glanced down at her arms, holding the weightless blankets in an odd way. “I don’t know how to tell you this … but she’s yours.”
“She?” I walked to the end of the small porch, my bare feet balancing on the edge. “What are you talking about?”
She moved closer, holding the blankets toward me, adjusting her position so she could open one and show me what was inside.
It wasn’t a bundle.
It was a baby.
She.
I put my hands up in the air. “Whoa, whoa.” I swallowed, my saliva suddenly tasting like acid. “There’s no way.”
“No way?” she mocked. “You mean, exactly forty weeks ago, you didn’t have sex with me without a condom, not bothering to ask if I was on birth control? By the way, I wasn’t.”
Forty weeks.
That was a fucking eternity ago.
But did I really not use a condom?
I always used one.
Fucking always.
Had the whiskey made me careless?
It … was possible.
“I …”
“I realize you probably sleep with so many women that you can’t keep them all straight.” Her voice softened. “But that’s not the case with me, Ford. There was only you.” She looked down again. “And now, because of that night, we created her.” As she moved once more, now only a foot separated us, even less as she extended her arms across the open space. “Meet your daughter. She was born three days ago.” She lowered the blanket, showing me the baby’s round face, eyes closed with long, dark lashes that fluttered against her cheeks, like she was dreaming.
What?
I’m a fucking …
Father?
A feeling catapulted through my stomach.
A feeling I hadn’t been prepared for, a feeling that sucked all the breath out of my body.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Our eyes locked as she said, “Because, at first, I had no intention of keeping her.” A war of emotion was raging inside her eyes. “I made the appointment. I went to the clinic.” She took a long, deep inhale. “And I couldn’t do it.” She glanced down, but not at her daughter. She looked at the ground instead. “I just … couldn’t.”
My hands shook; my knees didn’t want to hold me up. “That was months ago, I assume. Yet you waited until now to show up. Why? I don’t fucking get it.” I took in the baby’s face, those chunky cheeks and plump, heart-shaped lips. “Why didn’t you tell me the second you found out you were pregnant, Rebecca? Why didn’t you tell me once you went to the doctor and had it confirmed? You’ve had forty weeks”—I sucked in some air—“forty goddamn weeks—and you’re here now? After?”Does she want money? Is that why she showed up out of nowhere?Is it something else?My thoughts weren’t straight.My head a cloudy mess of questions.My chest a steady, relentless ache.Rebecca pressed the baby against my stomach.I immediately reacted, cupping my arms beneath her, taking the weight of this small, precious bundle, holding her so carefully that I didn’t wake her.Rebecca took a step back and said, “The truth is, I never intended to tell you about her. I was just going to give her up for adoption, and you
“I don’t know what to do,” I told her. “I don’t know how to make you feel better. Until I can figure out what time it is and wake your grandma up and have her come over here, I need to somehow care for you.” I continued to look at her, hoping the answer would come to me. “Are you cold?” I closed the blanket, bunching it up to her neck. “Hungry?”I waited for the answer to hit me.For the realization of what I was actually holding and what my eyes were staring at.For a picture to form in my head of what my life was now going to look like versus the direction I'd believed it was going in.I didn’t know how long I stood there.Frozen.My feet should have been taking us inside, where it was warm, where I could go through the bag and see if there was something in there that could soothe her, see if Rebecca’s notes told me how to stop the baby’s crying.But they weren’t moving.For some reason … I was locked.My knees didn’t want to hold us anymore, and they started to bend until they hit
She grinned, her eyes widening, licking her bottom lip. “I want him to take me to the house on the giant mountain, so we can eat all the s’mores outside by the big fire.”“You want to go to his house in Utah, huh?”Jenner had recently purchased a home in Park City, and it had become one of Everly’s most desired places to visit. Mine too. There was nothing like escaping to the mountains, getting to ski on some fresh powder, and unplugging from our busy life in LA.“Yes, silly.”“I see someone has a new favorite word.” I hugged her against my chest. “I’m afraid of the teenage version of you. It’s a good thing I have quite a few years before we get there. I need to prep myself.”“Daddy, I’m going to be so sassy.”“That’s what I’m afraid of.”We were quiet for a few moments, something unusual for my spunky daughter, and I broke the silence to say, “My little negotiator, I know there’s still a few hours left before you have to go to bed, but in the meantime, let’s not convince Hannah to le
“One day, when you’ve graduated and working with us full-time with a portfolio of clients who’ll be earning you millions, your opinion of him will change.”She glared at me as we reached the bottom of the steps. “I promise, that’s never going to happen.”“Don’t be so sure—” My voice cut off as the smell from the kitchen wafted up my nose, my stomach growling. “You baked? Already?”“I needed to unwind from that monster”—she held up her finger—“the one we don’t name—so I stuck some cookies in the oven. They’re probably done by now.”I followed her into the kitchen, where she took a tray out of the oven. At least a dozen chocolate chip cookies were sitting on top.“Yep. Done.” She looked at me. “Want one?”“One? I want three.”She grabbed a spatula from the drawer and placed the dessert on a napkin. “So you can take them with you,” she said, handing me the bundle.I groaned as the chocolate melted on my tongue. “Man, you make some mean cookies.”“If you find crumbs in her bed tomorrow, d
“Thought you weren’t going to show,” he said as he patted me on the back.“Jenner bitched about the same thing,” I said. “You guys know I wouldn’t ever bail. But once you knock up Kendall, you’ll learn that it isn’t always easy to get out the door on time.”He pulled away and walked with me toward the tables they’d reserved. “Slow your roll. There’s no knocking up. We’re just getting in a shit-ton of practice.”“Then, maybe it’s Jenner’s turn,” I said, moving over to my middle brother, hugging him the same way.“What are we talking about?” Jenner asked.“You and Jo having kids,” I replied.“Please don’t put that into the universe,” he shot back. “We’re staying in the engaged phase for a while. If Jo gets the baby bug, we’ll steal Everly for a few days.”“According to Eve, she’s no longer a baby.”“That’s my girl, full of sass,” Dominick said.I shook hands with Brett, one of our best friends, who happened to be the top entertainment agent in the country. I then moved on to his partner
Her hair fell into her face, and she instantly pushed it back, exposing both shoulders. Shoulders and a collarbone that showed the tan line of a thin bikini strap.Damn it, that was sexy.“One drink should hopefully get me over this jet lag,” she said.“Let me guess …” My words were only an excuse for me to stare harder, acting as though I could see through her. “Europe?”Her smile was sensual, beautiful. “London … how did you know?”“Call me intuitive.”“Ohhh, then you already know I only just got back this afternoon.”“Of course I do. But keep talking.”She laughed. “I was there this time for three months, so to be honest, I’m not sure if it’s today or tomorrow or if my feet are on the ground or still in the air.” She sucked in a mouthful of air. “But your eyes are telling me I’m very much here …”“You’re here.” I ran my thumb over my lips, wishing they were covered in her scent. “And this isn’t a dream … even if it feels like one.”First, she gave me a smile, then a slow bite of he
I laughed. My best friend was so over the top sometimes. “Ford is extra swoony—I can’t deny that. But I assure you, the only thing growing inside me is a heavy case of jet lag and a wicked need to take off these heels and find myself a pillow.”“His pillow.” She put her arm around my shoulders and turned me toward him, saying in my ear, “Even his name is sexy.”My eyes briefly closed. “I know.”“Do you know what I see when I look at him?”“I can’t wait to hear this.”She squeezed my shoulder. “Handcuffs. Dirty sex. Waking up in the morning with his face between your legs.” She lowered her voice, finally whispering, “That man has dominance written all over him.”I wondered if she could sense how sweaty I was getting.How it only added to the hotness Ford had already built.“You can tell that just by looking at him?”“I possess that talent. You should know this by now.”I’d only seen my best friend a handful of times over the last four years. All of our conversations had taken place ove
The combination of the martini and shots was slowly dropping my inhibitions, especially as I glanced toward Gabby, who had moved to the other side of the table, closer to Natasha and Carrie, her facial expression urging me on.“I don’t know.” I glanced down; all of this was too much. “I guess I like the way you sound.”“My voice?”I nodded as I was fixed on him again. “Yes.”“No one’s ever commented on that before.”I took a drink even though I didn’t need it. “It matches you—I mean, it fits your face, your …” I couldn’t think of what I wanted to say. Nothing was coming to me. I didn’t even feel like I was breathing. “Exterior.”The corner of his lips lifted, a half-smile so devilishly attractive. “Exterior, huh?”“If power had a sound, it’s you.”He was sitting between both tables but chose to lean his elbow on the one closest to me. “My voice isn’t where I hold my power, Sydney. At least, not in my personal life. But I’ll tell you, it wasn’t a bad guess.”My brain was spiraling.My