Page 37 of Driven to Love

Holy shit. Nash had a son.

“Did you have a good time?” Nash moved the seat forward, and the kid crawled into the back. Up close, Addison would put him in his early teens.

“Great.” He turned to her. “Hi, I’m Davey.”

“Hello, Davey. I’m Addison.” She shook his offered hand. The boy was polite. She’d give Nash that.

“This is Max. Do you want to hold him?”

“I’d love to. He looks like Daisy.” She took the sleepy puppy. He curled up in her arms, and her chest warmed. “What a sweetie.”

“Are you Dad’s girlfriend?”

“Whoa there, Davey. Not the way to start a conversation. Addison and I are just friends.” Nash put the car in drive and made a U-turn.

Davey shrugged. “Just askin’.”

Addison chuckled. “We work together. I had some car trouble tonight, and your dad was nice enough to give me a ride home.”

“Do you like baseball?” Boy, the kid shifted topics faster than Lu pounced on his food.

“Yes. I do.”

Nash glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. A smirk tugged at his cheek. Obviously, he heard about her date with Corey, the superfan.

“Do you want to come to my game tomorrow?” Davey leaned in, and reached out to pet his dog, now climbing up Addison’s shoulder.

“Davey, I’m sure Addison is busy tomorrow.”

“He’s right. I have some wedding stuff to do with Laney. But next time, I’d love to.”

“How about Sunday?” Hope filled his face.

Shit. How could she say no to those eyes? Nash must have gotten away with murder as a kid.

She shouldn’t, but the look on his face was harder to resist than the adorable puppy in her arms.

She nibbled on the inside of her cheek. How bad could it be? A couple of hours in the sunshine. It’s not like she had to spend the whole day with them. She glanced at Nash, his face a portrait of stoicism, then back to Davey. “Sure. Just tell me where and when.”

“Dad can give you a ride. Can’t you, Dad?”

Nash locked eyes with his son in the rearview mirror. “Yes.”

That one word. No “I’d love to” or “If I have to.” Just a cryptic, one-word answer. Addison spent the rest of the drive trying to interpret Nash’s response. Six blocks later, she shook herself. What did it matter?

Because that kiss changed something. She knew it, and so did he. Were they coworkers, friends, or sliding into something more?

No. No. NO! Her inner voice screamed when it felt her resolve slipping. Learning Nash was a father changed nothing. Even if he had a polite son and the cutest puppy ever.

She couldn’t even think about that kiss.

Liar. It’d been hovering in the back of her mind since it happened.

Nash turned onto a street a few blocks away from hers.

She raised a brow, but didn’t comment. It had been years since she’d been down this street. It was a quiet, older neighborhood with big yards and mature trees, unlike the newer development she lived in.

He pulled into the driveway of a modest home with a well-kept yard. He clicked a button above the mirror, and the garage door opened. “Davey. Let Max out when you go in and then get ready for bed. I’m going to run Addison home, then I will be back.”