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Not My Romeo

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by Madden-Mills, Ilsa


  “Thanks, man.” I glance at Elena, who gives me a shrug. Go ahead, her eyes suggest as she takes Eleanor from me.

  “Nah, we’ll eat first,” I say.

  “Stop that right now, Jack Hawke!” Cynthia exclaims.

  Devon laughs. “Poor man. He’s probably terrified. Two freaking babies.”

  “Chicken,” Aiden adds.

  Laughing, I pop it with a fork, and pink confetti flies up in the air and floats gently down to the floor.

  A lump builds in my throat, and my chest tightens. Overwhelmed. I want my whole life to be like this: me and her and what’s ours, sitting on our back porch, thanking the stars above for bringing her to Milano’s and straight to my arms.

  She smiles up at me. Wipes my face with gentle hands. Shit. “Oh, Jack . . .”

  “Happy, baby, just happy.”

  Clara does a fist pump. “Girl! Daisy Lady Gang! DLG! The legacy grows!”

  I just laugh, pull Elena closer, and kiss her.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes new adult and contemporary romances with humor and heart.

  She loves unicorns, frothy coffee beverages, and any book featuring sword-wielding females.

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