“How old did you say your daughter was again?”
If I wasn’t so busy picking up stacking cups, I might have noticed the edge to her voice, but I don’t.
“Sixteen months.”
“And what’s her name?”
Her voice sounds choked, and it makes me glance up at her. The woman’s staring intently at the photo.
“Bailey.”
“Bailey.” The woman repeats the name in an odd tone.
I still don’t know her name. It was a fun game when we were strangers, but if she’s going to stay in my house, I need to know what to call her.
“And what was your name? You never told me.”
The woman turns slowly with an odd expression on her face that I can’t read. She pulls herself upright and stares me straight in the eye.
“April.”
My heart drops at the name, and realization hits us at the same time.
She’s April.
The strange, beautiful woman who’s making my tummy flip and my dick hard is April, Bailey’s lost aunt who’s trying to get custody of my daughter.
April is right here in my house.
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My mouth drops open as realization hits me.
This is the guy. The sperm donor for my niece who’s calling himself her father, when all he did was spend one wild weekend with my sister. He wasn’t there through her pregnancy, he wasn’t there when she gave birth or for the first year of Bailey’s life, and now he thinks he can claim Bailey as his daughter.
Neither were you,a voice inside me whispers, and guilt floods me. I push it down because that’s not the point right now.
The hot biker I’ve been salivating over for the last hour is the guy who’s got the one thing in the world that I want. My niece. The last remaining family I have. Without Bailey, I’m all alone in this world.
“You,” I whisper, “You’re Bailey’s father.”
His face sets in a grim line. The cheerful, relaxed guy from earlier disappears behind a mask of steel, and I regret the loss.
“You’re Bailey’s aunt. The one who’s been calling me and threatening to get custody.”
I nod, because he’s not wrong. I want my niece, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get her.
We stare at each other for a long time, and damn if he isn’t still the hottest man I’ve ever seen.
I push the thought aside.
He’s the man standing in the way of me and my niece. It doesn’t matter how much my body trembles with heat every time he brushes against me.
“Why are you here, April?”
His voice is hard, and I don’t blame him. It doesn’t look good turning up here, but I didn’t have many other choices.
