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“Oh, Maaaa.” He ran across the room and jumped on the bed. She gathered him close and tickled him. He squealed in his little boy high-pitched voice. For some reason, she wondered if it would deepen and sound like his daddy’s when he hit puberty. Deciding she never wanted Toron on her mind, she shook her head to clear it.
“What are you up to, today? Do you like your new school?”
“Yes!” He bounded out of her arms and bounced on the bed. “My daddy says all the kids that go there are like me, a lion, but they can’t change. I changed though.”
She grimaced. Simeon had adapted fast to calling Toron daddy, even though he sometimes asked her about Hawke.
Not knowing what to tell him other than their friend had to go away for a while, she steered the conversation off Hawke.
What he did still hurt, and it pissed her off that Toron found it necessary to get someone to watch her like she was his property. “Yeah, you changed a little bit, baby.”
“Daddy says I’m going to change all the way before long.”
“Mmhmm.”
“And Daddy says the three of us are going out to dinner.”
“Whoa, let me stop you right there.” She held up a finger. “Daddy said what?”
Her son grinned and put a hand up to his mouth, giggling behind it. “Daddy said that’s a secret.”
Goodness, if he said, “Daddy said” one more time, she was going to lose it. She dismissed the idea of having dinner with Toron and decided to shower and find fresh clothes. Nothing had changed as far as she could see regarding all the women that hung around him. Stella lived at his house, so no, she would not encourage anything between her and the alpha. Toron had been good about taking her and Simeon to the elementary school to get her son enrolled, and from the amount of time they had already spent together and how attentive Toron was to Simeon, she thought he would be a decent father. That was enough.
The following morning, Sienna opened her boutique with a flutter in her stomach. She had posted a sign indicating a grand opening and placed a small display ad in the local paper, but few customers ventured in. She had begun to worry that this undertaking would be a failure. Today, she pulled out the big guns, a few dress designs she hadn’t risked showing, thinking they might be a bit risqué for the small town ladies.
When the bell jingled behind her as she set the last piece in place, she turned and gasped. “Stella.”
The woman’s shoulders were back, and she held her chin high. If Sienna didn’t notice the way her fingers bunched in the material of her dress, she would have bought the high and mighty act. Sienna raised an eyebrow to indicate she wasn’t fooled and approached Toron’s lover. Thinking of her that way helped keep Sienna from getting stupid ideas, but it always hurt a little, and she hated that most of all .
“How can I help you?”
Stella hesitated and then came forward. “I am going to a special event—with Toron—and I wanted to have something different to wear. I heard you have some okay dresses.”
“Okay?” Sienna got her back up, but she couldn’t help remembering how her son had said the two of them would be having dinner with Toron. Now she heard he was going out with Stella too. The man wanted his cake and to eat it too. Not with her he wasn’t. She forced a smile with a stiff jaw. Stella’s relationship with Toron made her influential in this town. “Let me show you a few items.”
Against her better judgment because she didn’t want to encourage anything between the two of them, she showed Stella her latest sexy pieces. I do not give a damn if he will be staring into her cleavage all night. Not at all!
“This might be a bit much for you, but the women in New York love to flaunt it when they have it. They, better than anyone else, know how to use what they’ve got, if you know what I mean.”
Stella rolled her eyes. “None of those humans have what I have.” She actually perked her boobs with a hand under each, and Sienna bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Let me try this on.”
Sienna sighed in relief and set her up in the makeshift dressing room. She’d scarcely turned away, when the bell rang again, and then again. Her little shop at once seemed to burst at the seams with women, all chattering in elevated voices and exclaiming over Sienna’s creations. “Oh would you look at this one, Lena? They have nothing like this at the department store,” one woman said. Sienna spun away, hiding the moisture gathering in her eyes.
When the bell jingled again, she pulled herself together to greet her next customer. Before she could say more than good morning, all the women paused in their conversation and greeted the woman in the doorway with quiet respect.
Sienna guessed she was someone of high standing in the community. She examined the woman, who was tall , at least six feet, a long, will owy figure but with full breasts.
Being in the business, Sienna knew expensive clothing when she saw it, and these were designer brands without a doubt.
Behind the woman with long, flowing blond hair, two sexy men stepped in. They couldn’t be above twenty-five, yet the woman appeared to be in her early sixties or late fifties.
Golden eyes scanned the small space of the shop and then settled on Sienna. “You’re her.”
Sienna tilted her head. “Ma’am?”
“You’re the mother of my grandbaby.”
Sienna gasped. This was Toron’s mother? Of course, how could she not see it? Toron looked just like her, and both had a powerful presence even without the alpha gifts.
