“Is there a baby in Zane’s arms or am I hallucinating?” Dakota asks.
“If you’re hallucinating, then so am I,” Blossom says.
“Why are you holding a baby?” Jaxon asks.
Kai and Harper hurry toward us. “Whose baby is this?” Harper asks. “Do I need to contact the police to report a lost baby?”
I open my mouth to answer but I lose my train of thought when the bartender stomps toward me. Sloane has always been off limits to me. She’s older and is friends with my brothers and their friends.
All of which equals messy. And I don’t do messy. Or commitment. Or relationships.
But her being off limits doesn’t stop my pulse from increasing when her breasts bounce as she makes her way through the crowd. Her dark brown eyes narrow on me, and her light brown hair with streaks of blonde in it flies behind her. She reminds me of a revenging angel.
Except I have no interest in stripping down an angel. But what I wouldn’t give for one night with Sloane. Off limits, I remind myself.
“What are you doing to this poor baby?” she asks before snatching Adele out of my arms.
“What’s wrong, sweetie pie?” She coos to the baby. “Do you need to be changed?” She lifts her up and sniffs her diaper. “Nope. No need to be changed. You must be hungry.”
Sloane switches her attention to me. “When did she eat last?”
“I don’t know.”
She blinks. “You don’t know? How can you not know?”
I stuff my hands in my pockets and shrug. I’m not explaining to this woman, I yearn to spend a night twisted up in the sheets with, how Adele was dropped on my doorstep thirty minutes ago.
She rolls her eyes. “Typical.” She snags the baby seat before whirling around and marching away.
I start after her but Miles stops me. “What is going on?”
“Not here.”
“Come on.” Harper motions me toward the back hallway. “We can discuss this in my office.”
I trudge behind my brothers as we make our way through the crowd to her office. When we arrive, Sloane is on the sofa feeding Adele.
“Where did you get a bottle to feed her?” I ask.
“It was in the bag in the baby seat.”
“What in the hell is going on?” Rhett asks before shutting the door behind him.
“I…” My gaze lands on Sloane, and I trail off. I’m not embarrassed of being a player, but I don’t want her to know about the baby.
She waves at me to proceed. “I’m going to hear all about it via the smuggler’s grapevine anyway.”
She’s not wrong. The islanders are dead serious about gossiping. Keeping a secret on the island is next to impossible.
I swallow. So much for resolving this situation before everyone on the island finds out. “A woman showed up on my doorstep, claimed Adele is my baby, and left.”
Miles whistles. “Dude.”
“Some random woman?” Jaxon asks. “You didn’t know her?”
My face warms. “She said her name is Daisy, but I didn’t recognize her.”
“Figures,” Sloane mutters.
