“Mommy!” Helen squeals. “Watch me!” She bounces lightly and then laughs. My eyes are glued to the thin branch I doubt will hold her for long.
I skid to a stop right under her when I reach the tree. “Go back to your playhouse, baby girl,” I encourage. She nods, and I hold my breath while she turns around. Then relief begins to trickle through me as she starts to make her way to the small balcony attached to the treehouse.
She disappears inside for a moment, then she’s climbing down the ladder. I drop to my knees and pull her into a hug, resting my face on her head. “Baby girl, you scared Mommy,” I sigh into her red curls.
She leans back and looks at me with a matter-of-fact expression on her cherub face. “I was prack-i-cing, Mommy. I’m want to peri-piro-pirofoam in your show.” I fight a smile at her mispronunciations.
“Someday,” I tell her with another hug. “You’ll have to wait until you’re a little older, baby girl.”
She frowns up at me and slams her tiny fists on her hips. “Unca Lincoln says I’m awesome,” she informs me with a sharp nod. “He says I’m just like you. That means I can be in your show.”
I sigh and make a note to have a chat with Lincoln and threaten to sick Rem on him. “Uncle Lincoln is right, you are awesome. But you still have to wait until you’re bigger.”
A pout forms on her pink lips, then she sighs dramatically. “Okay, Mommy.” I fight a smile at her tone. Somehow, my five-year-old manages to sound like she’s placating me.
Grabbing Helen’s hand, I climb back to my feet, then heft her up onto my hip. It’s getting harder to carry her with my pregnant belly getting in the way. She giggles and pats my stomach as I waddle across the yard. Ever since we told her she’s going to get a sister; she’s been so excited and loves to touch and talk to my bump.
Our four-year-old son, Harry, was happy too, but I have a feeling it has more to do with Helen’s attention being on the baby instead of him. He’s in a “girls are gross” phase. I do a mental eye roll. Unless he feels like his mom or sister needs to be protected, then he turns into his daddy.
“Ainsley,” Rem growls when I walk up to our patio. He rushes over and takes Helen from my arms and smacks a kiss on her cheek, making her giggle, before setting her down. She runs inside, and I’m left facing my husband as he stands in a wide stance, glaring at me with his arms folded. “I told you not to carry anything heavy.”
Harry steps up beside him and mimics his position. “Yeah, Mommy,” he says with an emphasizing nod. Rem gives him an approving smile, and Harry’s little chest puffs out.
I do an actual eye roll this time. Remington is always over the top with me whenever I’m pregnant. I thought it was cute the first time, until he did constant research and systematically took away my favorite things because he “read that it isn’t good for the baby.”
Ignoring their matching scowls, I step around them and walk through the French doors that lead to our sunroom. As I pass Rem, I grumble, “You’re teaching our son to be a caveman.”
He chuckles and discreetly pats my butt. “I need all the help I can get when it comes to my girls.”
Warmth explodes in my chest at the love and affection coloring his voice. He wraps an arm around me, and Harry takes my hand on my other side. Flanked by my favorite fellas, I forget all about my irritation.
We enter the kitchen, and Helen bounces over to us. Rem releases me to scoop her up and pepper her face with tiny kisses. “How’s my baby girl?”
“She was tightrope walking in the tree again,” I murmur as I head to the fridge to start making the kids a snack. Harry trots over and climbs up on his stool at the large island, eager to help.
Helen gasps and frowns at me as though I’ve just committed a cardinal sin. “Tattletale,” she mutters before giving Rem her most sweet and charming smile. I cough to cover my laugh and focus on the food.
“I’m disappointed, Helen,” Rem tells her with a sad voice. I glance over, knowing exactly what’s about to happen.
Helen’s eyes begin to glisten with tears as they grow big and her bottom lip starts to tremble. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispers in a small voice.
I know the moment Rem cracks and falls victim to our little girl’s tears. She hates it when Daddy is sad, but she also knows the waterworks will most likely get her out of it.
“Don’t cry, baby girl.” Rem looks at me with desperate eyes and I just laugh, earning myself a warning glare. And probably a spanking, too. The thought makes my pregnant hormones go wild, and Rem’s lips twist into a smirk.
Rem and Helen whisper to each other for a few minutes then he kisses her cheek and gets her settled at the table. Harry skips over and sits next to her while I follow with their snacks and juice.
I return to the island and begin to clean up when I’m enveloped in warm, strong arms. Snuggled up in my husband’s embrace, his hands resting over our growing baby, and watching our other little ones, I can’t help sighing happily. I have everything I ever wanted, but it’s so much more than I could have imagined.
“Thank you,” Rem whispers as pulls my hair to the side and buries his face in the crook of my neck.
“For what?” I ask.
“For this, our life, for taking a chance and trusting me.” His hold tightens. “I love you, my little daredevil.”
Curious about Drew and Autumn Lennox? You can read their story in It’s Vegas, Baby. And rock god Griffith Thorne will get his turn soon, when Rock-a-Bye, Baby releases!
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MY FATHER’S BEST FRIEND
When Ethan Parker’s investigation leads him to Delilah Brooks, he hopes he’s finally found his best friend’s long-lost daughter. What he wasn’t expecting was to want her for himself—with an intensity that drives him to get her pregnant before her father finds out about the two of them.
Delilah falls hard and fast for Ethan. But she isn’t sure what to think when he confesses his connection to the father she’s never met. Or how her father is going to react when he learns she’s having his best friend’s baby.
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CHAPTER 1
ETHAN
Bonnie Hart (Hanna Brooks), age thirty-eight, passed away on June 3rd at the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York. At age twenty-five, she received her degree as an RN and spent her life caring for others, even after she was forced to stop working due to her cancer. She was a loving mother and loyal friend. Bonnie is survived by her daughter, Delilah Brooks.
Services will be held…
I read the obituary twice more before reclining in my desk chair. My head fell back and I stared at the white ceiling, contemplating my next steps.
It was about fucking time.
I’d been waiting ten years for this, for the moment when the name Bonnie Hart was flagged on my system. Obviously, I didn’t expect her to be the only woman with that name, but this time, things lined up. The ages matched. The picture printed with the obituary resembled the picture Samuel had given me the day he hired me to continue his search for her.
Even the fact that her daughter didn’t share her name fit the circumstances, since it was likely she changed her name before the baby was born. But. . . Delilah. It was Samuel’s mother’s name.
Bonnie had disappeared without a trace, her cold trail leaving me no clues. I’d basically had nothing to go on when I started my search for the love of my best friend’s life. I questioned why she was being buried under her real name for half a second, then decided to forget it and take the win.
Samuel and I had grown close over the years—eventually becoming best friends—and I’d watched his hope die bit by bit until there was nothing left. He became convinced that she hadn’t loved him after all. But, I’d seen the photos of them together, heard the stories he’d shared about her. It sounded to me like Bonnie and Samuel had walked right off the set of a sappy, romantic, chick-flick.
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nbsp; I didn’t think she just simply up and left. Samuel was a hard man to fool. I found it hard to believe he’d been so wrong about the woman who’d stolen his heart. I couldn’t give up completely. Something went wrong, and I was determined to find out what.
In all these years, this was the first time I felt that niggling sensation I get when I’m grasping at just the right straw. I needed to get to New York.
I stood back, away from the graveside and shadowed by a crop of trees. Waiting.
Even though I’d never met Bonnie, I knew the girl was her daughter. Her long, silvery-blonde hair was pulled back from her stunning face in a low ponytail that hung down to her waist. She wore a black wrap dress that showed off a pair of gorgeous legs and clung to her curves, causing my eyes to linger on them for far too long. I imagined my hands running over those soft hills and valleys, those legs wrapped around my waist as I drove deep inside her.
Whoa! Shut that shit down right now, Parker.
I shook my head to dispel the daydream. She was barely fucking legal, having only turned eighteen three days before her mother died. Not to mention the mental sucker punch I gave myself for forgetting that she was my best friend’s daughter. For fuck’s sake, I was almost twice her age. Seventeen fucking years older than her, Parker.
Samuel had only just inherited his father’s investment firm when he met Bonnie. After she left, it took him years to realize how badly their security team had dropped the ball on the search for Bonnie. He’d wanted someone to give it another go. A mutual friend steered him in my direction.
It didn’t take long for us to develop a friendship. We had similar backgrounds, both of us trust fund babies who grew up to be irresponsible playboys. I’d gotten myself into all kinds of shit, and I’m positive there were times my parents despaired that I would even reach the age of twenty-one. My juvenile record was quite colorful. From what he told me, his wasn’t far off from mine.
We’d both attended Harvard, though five years apart. His wild reputation practically made him a legend. However, he’d cleaned up his life after meeting Bonnie, going on to graduate and keep his family’s company successful. It took me a little longer to get my college career on track. My parents died my freshman year and I’d gone a little off the rails. Partying, drinking to excess, and never fucking the same woman twice.
Maturity crept in there somewhere though and I managed to graduate, a stipulation for accessing the rest of my inheritance. I took the money and opened Parker Security and Investigations. I left behind most of my vices, but I still never found myself sticking with a woman more than one night.
I hadn’t looked too deeply into the reasons behind my lack of commitment, and it was actually Samuel’s determination to find Bonnie—eight years after losing her—that was my wake up call. Though, the lesson learned could have easily been not to give your heart, I ended up learning something else. I wanted what they’d had, with a different final outcome, of course.
Samuel remained alone until a year ago when he met his fiancée, Lola. After I realized what I wanted, I’d dated for a few years, but no one ever kept my interest. I hadn’t even bothered in quite some time. Some time, meaning at least six years. This is what I blamed my runaway thoughts and suddenly hard cock on.
The crowd eventually thinned and Delilah stood alone, head bent, hands clasped tightly in front of her. I gave her a few moments alone, then began to slowly make my way towards her.
I made sure to announce my presence by deliberately stepping on a few twigs. Her head lifted as I neared and my heart ached at the sight of watery pain in her blue eyes. They widened a little as she surveyed me. I wasn’t a small guy and in my black, tailored suit, I knew I looked intimidating.
Stopping a few feet away, I softened my expression and murmured, “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, her had canting slightly. She looked up at the cloudy summer sky and blinked back her tears. After a moment, her gaze returned to mine and she smiled softly, a dimple popping in her let cheek. “How did you know my mother, Mr…?” she trailed off, looking at me expectantly.
I hesitated, suddenly unsure about the lie I’d prepared. Being dishonest with her didn’t sit well, but until I could confirm her identity one hundred percent, I wasn’t ready to lay everything out in the open. So, I decided on a half-truth.
“Parker,” I informed her, holding out my hand. “Ethan Parker.” Her skin was soft as we shook, and I had to stifle the urges to lift her hand to my lips and test the silkiness against them. Instead, I pulled away. “I didn’t really know her. I was in town and came at the request of a friend to pay their respects. I’m told your mother touched a lot of lives.”
Delilah’s smile grew and she nodded. “She was pretty amazing.” A horn honked and drew her attention to a black Town Car idling nearby. She waved before turning back to me. “I’d better go. Will I see you at the luncheon?”
I shook my head and took a step back, a little overwhelmed by the jealousy swamping me. Who was in the car? A boyfriend? Fuck. What was the matter with me? I needed to get the hell out of there. “Unfortunately, I won’t be able to make it.” Disappointment flashed across her face, almost making me smile. In the few minutes I’d been talking to her, she’d telegraphed her every emotion, she was an open book and I found that I liked it. A lot. “It was nice meeting you, Delilah Brooks.”
“Lilah,” she corrected sweetly. “You can call me Lilah. And, I’m glad we met too.” With one last smile in my direction, she turned and hurried over to the waiting vehicle.
I watched until her womanly body disappeared inside, and then headed back to my own car. My plan was to give her a few days, get some distance from the funeral, before approaching her again. It was clear from my body’s reaction to Lilah that I needed to take the time to get my head on straight. To shake off this attraction.
The last complication in the world I needed right then was to fuck my best friend’s daughter.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The writing duo of and Rochelle Paige and Elle Christensen team up under the Fiona Davenport pen name to bring you sexy, insta-love stories filled with alpha males. If you want a quick & dirty read with a guaranteed happily ever after, then give Fiona Davenport a try!
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Contents
Daredevil
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Epilogue
My Father’s Best Friend
Chapter 1
About the Author
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