Piper: Sure.
Beckett: I’d like to go over the pitch again. Can you send it before we meet?
Piper: Sure, I’ll send it later today. Look at it whenever you have time. Thanks again for the opportunity.
Beckett: No problem.
Piper: How’s your daughter? Sleeping better?
I didn’t know what possessed me to ask, but I’d hit Send before I could stop myself.
He sent back a laughing emoji and then a message.
Beckett: I predict zero sleep in the foreseeable future, but that’s okay. She needs me, and I’m here for her.
That was such a sweet thing to say. He didn’t text anything else.
I was very pumped about my upcoming meeting with Beckett. So much so that I started working on the pitch again, makingsmall improvements from the last time we met. I even added another example of a campaign we’d run for them before sending it to him to review.
I felt in my bones that this would work out.
To my intense disappointment, he texted the next afternoon at three o’clock, canceling our meeting.
Beckett: Piper, sorry to do this on such short notice, but my daughter refuses to stay in anyone’s arms but mine. I’m her prisoner at home until further notice. Can’t make it to the office.
I bit the inside of my cheek just as an idea popped into my head. It was perhaps a little too forward, but what the hell? Beckett didn’t seem to be the type who would mind.
Piper: I can drop by your house with the pitch. It would save time, and I really wouldn’t mind.
He replied immediately.
Beckett: That would be perfect. Thank you.
Wow, the man was fast.
My stomach somersaulted, and my heart fluttered. I was going to his home.
For some reason, this put me on edge. I’d only visited a client’s home on two occasions in all my years working at MarketingPros. It felt way too personal.
He sent me his address next.
Beckett: You can come at any time. I’ve canceled everything for the rest of the day and just slipped into dad mode.
Once again, my heart fluttered. Damn it. How did I find it sexy that he spoke so openly about fatherhood? It was bizarre.
I spent the next hour finalizing the rest of my tasks before darting out the door. I was very curious to see where Beckett lived. On the way, I bought a small rattle from a nearby baby store before heading to his place.
Twenty minutes later, I stood in front of a modern building downtown, pressing the elevator button for the penthouse. It was hands down the fanciest building I’d ever been in. The doorman introduced himself as theconcierge.
When I reached the top floor, the elevator doors opened, and I turned to the right. I hesitated in front of the door, then decided to text him.
Piper: Hey, I’m here. Don’t want to ring the bell in case your daughter’s asleep.
The door swung open the next second.
The sight in front of me was simply adorable. Beckett was carrying the world’s smallest baby on his chest. Or perhaps she looked tiny because Beckett was huge. I’d only seen him in dress shirts before, but now he had a simple white T-shirt on. It wasn’t covering his arms, revealing his impressive biceps. He looked even more disheveled than the last time I’d seen him, with dark rings under his eyes and his hair all over the place. And yet his sex appeal was through the roof.
“Piper, thanks for coming here.”
