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My assistant was dancing as she filed things in the filing cabinet. My gaze dropped to her ass. She was a tiny thing, but curvy, and she had a peach of an ass that I’d spent far too much time studying.
The front of my jeans tightened.Fuck.
I tried not to think of Macy Underwood’s ass, or her slim legs, or her plush lips.
But when she pranced around the office in cute little outfits, it made it really hard. Jesus, I needed to hit a bar and get laid.
She whirled. “You’re back? How’d it go with Lenny?”
“Fine.”
Her eyebrows rose. “You’re in a mood. Or more of a mood than usual.” She folded her arms across her chest, which pushed her breasts up.
Shit. Something in my chest twanged. I didn’t like it at all.
My gaze moved to that damn tie around her neck. One simple tug and it would come undone.
It was summer, and Macy was tanned. But there would be parts of her that didn’t see the sun, that would be white and smooth. Parts that no one ever saw.
Parts I wanted to see.
“Hello?” She stepped closer and waved a hand in my face. “You in there, big guy?”
Her scent wrapped around me. She always smelled like berries.
Macy wasn’t my type. She was too nice, too sunny, too perky. I was…none of those things. I hooked up in bars, and fucked. And that was rarely, since I had a little girl at home, I never brought women back to my place. When was the last time I picked up a woman? I frowned. It had been months.
“I have to go.”
Macy frowned. “But you just got here?”
“Got shit to do.” I turned and headed out.
Away from the scent of berries, and away from that sweet, little body that was too much temptation.
3
COLT
When I headed into the house, I heard the rumble of deep voices. In the open-plan kitchen and living area, I found my brothers. We tried to eat dinner together a few times a week.
My daughter was perched on Beauden’s broad shoulders like a monkey. Lola was bustling around in the kitchen. She loved to cook, and that was lucky for us, as we liked to eat. She was a widow, and her only son lived in London. She loved working for us, and she’d become a member of our family. Best of all, apart from her amazing lasagna, was that she loved Daisy like her own granddaughter.
“Daddy!” Daisy smiled at me, and my chest tightened. There was something about the pure love of the kid. No strings, no conditions.
Becoming a father had never been on my damn radar. It started with my own fucking father. Finding out dear old dad had decided to marry some nutjob woman who’d been writing to him in jail had been a shock.
Discovering she’d had a baby was even worse.
I didn’t even want to contemplate how the hell he’d gotten her pregnant. Unfortunately, I knew you could get just about anything in prison if you had some money.
I blew out a breath. I’d tried hard to connect with my sister. She’d been a wild teenager when we’d first met, coping with having a father in prison for murder, and a less-than-stable mother.
For a long time, I tried, but Chrissy had lost herself to drugs. After the fifth time I’d gotten her into rehab and she’d run away, I’d given up.
I was a bounty hunter. I could’ve found her, but I didn’t…
Then I discovered she’d ODed. My hands clenched on the wheel, my jaw tightened. I should’ve looked for her.
