by Sophie Oak
Nat hugged her. “I’ll help you, sweetie. I’ll always be here.”
“I know, and that gives me such hope.” Kitten looked over at Logan. “I just wish Master Logan was ready.”
“I wish Georgia had stayed and fought it out with him.” Georgia had come by to say good-bye not a week before. She was off to New York, her light dimmed a bit, but a smile on her face. Nat had attempted to talk her out of it, but Georgia was determined to make it on her own.
Kitten brightened. “Oh, she didn’t go far. Yes, she went to New York, but I managed to find a job for her with a man named Seth Stark.”
Nat knew the name. “The programmer? The one who runs Stark Software?”
He was a billionaire genius and practically ruled the technological world at the hearty age of twenty-six.
Kitten nodded. “Oh, yes. He is also Logan’s best friend. They grew up together. Well, from what I understand, Seth’s family had a cabin in Logan’s hometown, and he spent every summer there. They still keep in touch. When I stole Master Logan’s phone and called Seth, he was very helpful. It seems he’s been worried about Master Logan. He decided to keep an eye on Georgia when I explained the situation. They just need a little time.”
Wow. Kitten was playing matchmaker. “How did Logan handle all this?”
She grinned, shaking her head. “He does not know. He believes Georgia simply found a job elsewhere and left. I believe he will be rather surprised when he visits his friend in the near future and finds her there.”
Nat’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit, Kitten. That is so manipulative. You rock.”
She shrugged. “He also believes he simply lost his phone and I found it for him. My reputation for obedience is quite helpful at times.”
Cole Roberts would have a lot on his hands.
“Oh, there’s my Cotton Candy.” Chase walked from behind the buffet.
Nat’s heart rate tripled. Chase looked decadently delicious in his suit and tie. He rarely wore them, but Nat had commented on how sexy Ben looked and suddenly Chase was all about the tailored suit.
“Hey, baby.” Ben whispered into her ear from behind. He was awfully good at sneaking up on her.
And she loved it. She loved how one minute she could be alone and painting, and the next they would surround her.
“I’m all packed and ready to go,” Ben said.
“I packed a Kevlar vest in case your dad decides to shoot me,” Chase said with a grin. He smiled so much more these days, but she also loved him broody and grumpy. She loved him every way he came.
“It’s a good bet that if your dad takes out one of us, it’ll be Chase.” Ben kissed her ear.
“He won’t. Mom is already in love with you both.” Her mother had cried when she called and wanted to bring her men home. She’d sobbed when she’d called them her Masters. Yeah, the Dawson brothers were heroes in her mom’s eyes.
But they would have to prove themselves to her dad. She wasn’t worried about that.
Julian walked into the room, a bundle of pink in his arms. “Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce our daughter, Chloe Elizabeth Lodge-Taylor.”
Chase groaned. “God, I was a little worried he would do the Lion King thing and we would all have to prostrate ourselves in front of the girl.”
“We’ll see how you feel when your submissive gives you this gift.” Julian looked approvingly at the small choker around her neck. “You look lovely, Natalie. And you as well, Kitten. And Natalie, I know that Leo and Wolf and Shelley have decided to forgo children until such time as this enormous pain in the ass of a wedding takes place, but you shouldn’t be so terribly bourgeoisie. A woman with your rebellious streak should be comfortable flaunting society’s rules.”
Nat laughed. Julian wanted everyone around him having children. He’d decided to make his own playgroup. She was okay with that. Having a family with Ben and Chase couldn’t happen fast enough as far as she was concerned. “I’ll see what I can do about that, Sir.”
“Mister Lodge.” Joshua Barnes stood at Julian’s side, looking up at the man, his face solemn.
Julian smiled down at the child as he patted his own baby. “Yes, Joshua? Did you want to see baby Chloe?” He got to one knee and pulled the blanket away so the baby’s perfect face was on display. Chloe was lovely, with a tuft of dark hair. She had her mother’s beautiful face.
As the baby opened her eyes, she looked up at Josh and Nat would have sworn that baby smiled. A single chubby fist worked its way out of the bundling she was in and seemed to reach out to Josh.
Josh’s eyes went wide. “She’s so cute. Maybe I can marry her one day.”
“Excellent,” Chase said. “Look, Julian. You already have her married off. I would watch out for that one. He means it.”
Julian’s face flushed and he stood. “Jackson! Jackson, we have to talk about your son.”
He clutched his daughter and wandered off to confront his friend.
Chase laughed long and loud. Everyone in the penthouse looked over, smiling behind their hands because the bad boy of The Club had been well and truly caught.
And he seemed perfectly happy to be so.
Nat took her men’s hands and joined her new family.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Prior to becoming a novelist, Sophie worked in theater and comic books. She lives in Fort Worth, Texas with her husband and three precocious children, who wonder when mom is going to write a book they will be allowed to read. Her answer: probably never. Sophie believes in happy endings for everyone, no matter how extreme the story. Her stories may feature some of the fringe elements of sexuality, but at heart they are always about love. Sophie loves to hear from readers. Please feel free to contact her at www.sophieoak.com.
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