“Oh, come on, Luc,” I say, laughing a little, delighted at the shock on his face. “Of my three mates, you were never the one who I thought needed the ‘where do babies come from’ chat –“ “Who the hell was he sleeping with!?” Luca whispers, shocked, still staring up at Jackson and his little girl in
He has much less, doesn’t he? “It leaves us as friends, Luca,” I say quietly, meaning it very much. He lifts his eyes to me with a sigh. “We…start over from there. See where it goes.” I smirk a bit. “I still own half your gym, after all.” He huffs a laugh, looking to the side. “I know. My uncle
“You’re going to love it –“ I say, grinning at Marigold, who sits up, as intrigued as her dad. “It’s called Mystery Hunk saves –“ “Give me that –“ Jackson snarls, snatching for it. But I burst out laughing, pressing it closer to Marigold instead. “It’s her present, Jacks, you can’t take away her
“If he could,” I sigh, pulling a grape off a stem and popping it into my mouth. “His uncle probably would have already done it.” I pause a moment, looking my mate up and down. “So, you’re okay with all of that? The whole conversation?” Jackson shrugs. “Rafe said Luca came around and was all contri
I wait for a second, grimacing a bit, watching Jackson’s face for a reaction. But he just stares at me, completely blank. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, shaking my head, reaching for him. “I’m sorry, Jacks – I didn’t mean anything bad by it –“ “No, Ariel…” he replies, blinking out of his frozen state a
My head falls back as my mate kisses his way steadily down my neck, my chest… And my eyes drift shut as I think – just to myself - that I’m really, really going to enjoy the rest of my life with this man. “Okay, little baby,” Pippa whispers, pressing the fussing infant close to her chest as she
Mark watches Pippa carefully, still completely at a loss regarding what to do or say to calm her down, to let her know that it’s all right. Because she’s right – completely right. None of this is simple. She is, by all accounts, married to another man and newly the mother of his child. But despite
“You’re a boy, Mark,” Pippa says, soft and sad. He raises his head enough to see her looking down at her baby, tears clinging to her lashes, threatening to fall. “I – I already have one child, I don’t need another. I’m sorry – I’m being cruel but…” she takes a deep breath and raises her eyes to his,