“She’s gone.”
“Who?” I grumble. She better not be referring to Adele.
She flicks her hand. “The floozy.”
“The floozy?” I blink. “You’re referring to Sloane as the floozy?”
Daisy is the one who fucked me without knowing anything about me, but Sloane – who I had to beg before she’d let me touch her – is the floozy.
“She’s obviously trying to catch you.”
“Catch me?”
She motions to the house. “You have money. She’s a nanny. Everyone knows women only become nannies to snag a rich husband.”
Wow. Daisy is full of judgment about everyone except herself.
“I don’t want to discuss Sloane. I want to discuss why you’re here.”
“How many times do I have to say it?” She pouts. “I want the baby back.”
She’s not getting Adele. As soon as the judge gives me sole custody— Hold on. My lawyer, Siena, hasn’t filed for custody yet because we don’t have any information about Daisy except her name.
I motion to the sofa. “Why don’t we sit down?”
She checks the time. “I really do need to be going.”
“Please. We should discuss things.”
“What things?” she asks as she sits down.
“Where do you live? Do you want Adele full-time? Or are you bringing her back when school begins again?”
Her mouth gapes open in surprise. I don’t blame her. I went from antagonistic to accommodating in the blink of an eye. Smugglers would know I’m up to no good. But she doesn’t know me well enough to question my motives.
Guilt has my chest tightening. I share a child with this woman, and yet I don’t even know her last name. What kind of dad am I?
The kind of dad who’s going to figure it out – there’s a knock on the door before my brothers invade – with the help of my family.
Eli screeches to a halt in the living room. He feigns surprise as he looks at Daisy. “Sorry, bro. I didn’t realize you had company.”
“This is Daisy. She’s Adele’s mom.”
Eli saunters forward while smoothing a hand down his tie. I’ve never been more glad my oldest brother knows how to play the part of the rich billionaire he is.
“I’m sorry,” he says as he offers her his hand. “I didn’t catch your last name.”
“Simmons,” she mutters as she stares up at him with her mouth hanging open.
He shakes her hand before sitting on the coffee table in front of her. “And where are you from?”
While Eli keeps Daisy occupied, Miles and Kai creep around behind the sofa. I notice Kai’s hand dig into Daisy’s purse, but she’s too preoccupied with Eli to pay any attention.Miles quickly snaps a picture of her driver’s license before stuffing her wallet back in her purse.
Damn. They’re good. My brothers are the best. They’re pains in my ass, cause me more heartburn and hangovers than should be allowed, but they’re always there for me.
“Where’s Adele?” Jaxon asks and all conversation and movement in the room halts.
“Yes.” Daisy stands. “Where is she? I need to be going.”
