“Who’s asking?”Luka demanded.
The man smirked.“I represent Chasten Jones.He asked me to deliver these.”
I clutched Bree, my heart hammering.
“And just what are those?”
The man’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin.I wondered if he’d ever lost a case.Probably not.I shuddered.
“Mr.Jones is seeking custody of his grandchild, considering Ms.Jones’ clear lack of capability.”
Luka vibrated with rage.“That’s my child.”
The attorney shrugged.“Is it, though?Ms.Jones has a…history.”
I didn’t bother to listen to more.I stared down at my baby, my vision going black at the edges.
My father planned to dredge up my high school years.I wasn’t proud of those, but I’d needed a connection.And boys had offered a short-term one.
The smarmy attorney strolled out of the room.
“You had a babyfour hours ago, and he thinks now is the time to bring up a custody battle?”
“Welcome to my world,” I said with a long sigh.“This is what I was trying to protect you from.”
Luka considered me for a moment, and I could tell he was working something out in his mind.“I’ll be back.”
He was gone.
“How did your father find out about Bree so quickly?”Ida Jane asked as she sashayed into the room.Keelie followed, her baby bump still in the adorable stage.She took in the room and me before she dropped her packages in a chair and strode toward my bed, peering down at Bree.
“Oh my gosh.She’s tiny!May I hold her?”Keelie’s eyes begged me.
“Of course.She is.And beautiful,” I beamed.
“Adorable,” Ida Jane said, coming to stand next to Keelie, a soft, lovely expression on her face.She’d always wanted kids.Me not so much.We’d both expected her to have a baby first.
Ida Jane pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes.“Did you know there’s a blond nurse out there flirting with the guys—evenourguys?Maxim doesn’t like her.”
“Is her name Olivia?”I asked.
“Yep.”
“Mmm...She was flirting with Luka while I was in labor.”
We all shook our heads.That was one of the hardest parts of being with a professional athlete.They had constant female attention—and it was like we, their significant others, didn’t exist.Why would women treat other women that way?
“Leave that to me,” Ida Jane called over her shoulder as she twirled around, heading right back out the door.
A shocked gasp followed by, “Oh, hell no!”had me scrambling from the bed.
I’d already wrapped myself in the robe Luka had bought me, so I tottered toward the door, shocked by the ache in my hips and the instability in my legs.
“You go back inside there with Millie,” Ida Jane said to Luka as she glared daggers at Olivia, who seemed to shrink into herself.“I’ll deal with this…this…”
“What’s going on?”I asked.
Keelie peeked over my shoulder.Bree nestled in her arms.
