We dance until Molly grows heavy in my arms and her eyelids wilt. But still, my little girl fights sleep, not wanting to miss a moment. But as Tate smiles, first at her, then up at me, I realize.
Life will give me so many more moments like this now that I have them both.
“Molly gave me a reason to carry on after losing them both,” I tell Tate softly. “And so many times I thought I was screwing it up.”
“Sullivan,” she breathes, her eyes pinching with emotion. “You weren’t. Look how happy she is. You’re an amazing dad.”
I look down at Molly, settled happily against me, still fightingsleep.
My heart swells in my chest and I pull Tate closer.
“Then I met you. And I didn’t look at it as a challenge that I was failing at anymore.”
She blinks, tears building along her lashes. “How do you see it now?” She sniffs.
I smile softly. “As an adventure.”
“Sullivan.” She wipes at her eyes.
“Sorry to break up the happy reunion.”
Tate’s head snaps up as Sinclair holds out her arms, gesturing to Molly.
“But Denver and I want a dance with Molly.” She throws Tate a wide grin. “Hi, Tate.”
“Hi.” She smiles back.
“Glad you could make it,” Sinclair says as she takes Molly from my arms.
Denver’s beside her, and he tips his chin at Tate. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Tate replies, before biting her lower lip and smiling up at me.
Sinclair’s grinning, watching our exchange.
“Sullivan? Why don’t you show Tate around? There are lots of really romantic spots around the property that I’m sure she’d like to see.” She winks at me, then flicks her gaze toward Denver. “Aren’t there, Brute?”
Denver’s gaze burns into hers and he clears his throat and reluctantly agrees. “There are. Lots.”
Sinclair giggles at the gruffness in his voice, before tipping her head at me, and motioning for us to go.
It’s the first time my blood hasn’t boiled at the insinuation of my sister’s sex life before. In fact, right now I’m planning the ridiculously extravagant gift I’ll get her for her next birthday.
“Let’s go,” I say to Tate, even though I’m already marching her off the dance floor, my rapidly hardening dick making it near impossible to move without urgency.
“Sullivan?” She laughs. “Won’t people wonder where we’ve gone?”
“They won’t be wondering, they’ll know.”
“Oh my God.” She presses her hand over her eyes as I stalk to one of the entrances of the main house. The door’s wide open to allow people to come in and out to use the ground floor bathrooms.
I turn back and sweep her up into my arms, making her gasp.
“Sorry. Was I not moving fast enough for you?” She giggles.
I stride inside the house and carry her straight up the sweeping staircase to the upper level. My footsteps are strong and purposeful as I take us down the hallway, past Molly’s bedroom, and through the door opposite it that leads into my suite.
I place her onto her feet and lock the door behind us.
