He’s sweet.
Too sweet.
Tie Me Up
Fiona
That felt like the best nap of my life. It might be because it was the only nap I’ve ever taken, but still, it felt amazing. I almost feel guilty for leaving Max with a fussy baby.
Not totally, but almost.
What was with him touching my hand like that?
It didn’t feel like a friendly touch. That’s got to be in your head.
Max isn’t flirting with you. He’s a father.
And why can’t a single father flirt?
Single mothers do it all the time.
But he’s flirting with me. Doesn’t Max know that I’m damaged goods?
Hasn’t someone told him about my past?
Like who? Maddox isn’t going to share.
Emilia doesn’t know the half of it, even though she seems to be able to look in my eyes and read my soul.
Maybe I’m seeing things that aren’t there. Max is a very attractive man with everything in the world going for him, minus the slightly scary mafia thing. Why would he look at a woman like me?
Yes, I’m pretty. There are a ton of pretty women in this world.
Max would pick a woman like Dahlia…someone sweet, kind, intelligent, innocent…something I will never be.
My heart will always be soiled…Sometimes I think people can see it on my face like the scarlet letter in the books. Max obviously can’t.
Or maybe I’m seeing things that aren’t there because he’s my ideal man.
This is stupid.
Max wouldn’t play games. He’d simply ask you out and be done with it.
There’s no need to worry unless that happens.
Yet I can’t stop the rolling waves of fear running through me.
That’s a lack of coffee. Time to caffeinate. I make my way back to the bakery.
“Fiona.” Hope rushes over. “Dad said you weren’t feeling well and needed to rest. He took Dash. They’re out front.”
“Thanks.” I walk over to the coffee station.
“He’s a really cute kid. Are you going to adopt him?”
Me? Adopt Dash? “No. I’m just going to take care of him until he has a forever home to go to.”
Her shoulders sag. “Really?”
