When Molly meets her intimidating new boss, Beatrice, she’s judged by her last name and fancy connections—not her talent. But Molly’s no pushover. She loves her job with the Washington Wolves and won’t let anyone doubt her. A powerful project with Amazon lands in her lap, and now, she must prove she’s more than just a pretty face.
“No arguments,” I said in a gruff voice. My finger slipped away from her mouth slowly, and her eyes were huge when she looked up at me. “No arguments,” she agreed quietly. Paige’s words swam through my head as I fixed her a plate and brought it to where she was propped up against my…
“I promise, I will.” Molly said my name quietly. “Just take a deep breath, okay? Especially before you get behind the wheel.” I clenched my teeth, but somehow her voice was comforting enough, kind enough, that I was able to do as she said. Disconnecting the call after thanking Molly, I shoved my phone in…
Too soon. Too soon. Isabel as a temptation for me alone was one thing, hidden in quiet moments between the two of us where it was about greedy hands and whispered desires. But Isabel showing me glimpses of a future I’d mourned was something I wasn’t prepared for. “She can’t be alone tonight,” the paramedic…
But this position I found myself in—one of my own making—had me on unsteady ground. Isabel shifted in the passenger seat, and I caught the way she tried to hide her wince. “Did you take anything yet?” I asked. She glanced at me, her eyes holding that same wariness as when we first met. Eventually,…
“He’s the best dad,” she asserted. “He tries to bake her cookies for me even though he can’t get them right.” I smiled. “She made good cookies?” Anya nodded, then studied my face carefully. “Do you bake?” Emmett laughed. “No way, Isabel is the worst baker in the world.” “Hey,” I argued. Anya’s face scrunched…
I gave her a look. “Aiden’s daughter.” “Oh, shit.” I walked around the tree and saw her. Anya was on a branch even higher than the roof of the treehouse. She was gripping it tightly, her legs dangling on either side. “Can you help me get down, Miss Isabel?” she asked, voice wobbly with nerves.…
At the end of the display, there was one that made him pause—me, my sisters, and Emmett when Lia and Claire finished their undergrad. The twins in their cap and gown were flanked by Molly and me as Emmett stood front and center, sticking his tongue out at the camera. “He’s your nephew, you said?”…
My hand froze midair. “What?” “Take a deep breath.” I did as he asked. “If you’re nervous to do this, I can take over.” Take over. I wanted him to take over. Why was this happening to me? And with this man? I was always the strong one. The together one. The take-charge one. And…
I winced. “We can make something. There’s like … eggs. And bread. And cheese. That’s enough, right?” He looked up at me. “You’re asking me what to do with those two things? I’m a kid.” “You’re almost ten.” “You’re like … twenty-five. If anyone should be able to cook breakfast, it’s you.” I stared at…
He shrugged. “What would I tell him that’s embarrassing?” When we approached the front door, I glanced inside before I slid my new card in front of the scanner. Some lights were on, but not enough for me to see Aiden right off the bat. As soon as we turned the corner around the half…