“She’s getting spoiled rotten.” Isabel remarks dryly, her tone masking the deep affection I know she feels for the infant. “She always wants to be held and wails like a little banshee if she’s put down even for a moment.” “What a lucky girl that you’re here to serve her every whim.” I tease, stroll

Unfortunately my mate seems to sense my virtual presence, because she blinks her gorgeous gold eyes a moment later and stretches like a sleepy kitten. Her gaze lands on my face before she even looks at Dad, as if her instincts drew her to the phone in his hand like a magnet. Raw vulnerability transf

His roguish expression softened, and he replied, “From the looks of it, it’s been the sort that means you’re in dire need of a laugh.” Roger assessed, mouth quirking. “And a stiff drink – perhaps with a friend who’s good at listening.” “And that’s supposed to be you?” She snorted derisively. “If

“You.” I confess, wishing I had both hands free so I could give some attention to my aching breasts. “I’m thinking about all the wicked things you’re going to do to me when you get back.” “Tell me.” Sinclair orders seductively, shifting his own phone so that I can see down below his waist. Licking

The men look more uncertain now, exchanging resigned glances which give me hope I’ve finally gotten through to them. They know I’m right, even though they don’t like it. “What about the pup?” Henry questions, throwing out one final impediment to my plans. “This baby survived my first shift – hours