Sage smirks. “Oh, I know.” Sensors sound from the front door, and she nods toward the entrance. “Fam jam is here.”
I whip around, beaming as Emery and Quintonenter the gallery pushing a stroller. Without thinking, I dart toward them, eager to hold my son. My light.
But before I can, Emery shoots me daggers. "Don’t you dare, Damon. He's sleeping.Let the child sleep."
I roll my eyes, a grin spreading across my face. She’s so cute when she’s pissed and tired. An adorable combination. "But our son wants his dad. I can feel it. He misses me."
Quinton glares at me, clearing his throat. "I'm dad. You'redaddy. We've been over this."
"Oh, I know I'mdaddy,” I smirk at Emery, licking my lips. “Aren't I, mami?"
Emery sighs, glancing around the gallery. "Damon, not in front of?—"
"It's fine!" Sage calls out from the gift shop, clearly eavesdropping. "I don't mind!"
I chuckle. "See? She's got no issues." I look down at my snoozing baby. "So, how's little Gabriel Cavanaugh doing today?"
Quin purses his lips. "Must you always use his full name?"
I shrug, casting Quin a playful look. "Emery got your name, Gabe got mine. Deal with it.”
For two whole months this past summer, I couldn’t open a newspaper or magazine without seeing a picture of the three of us.
The tabloids went berserk.
Emery Jones Weds Big Pharma Golden Boy Quinton Marquis in Private Ceremony
Emery Jones’s Baby Bombshell: A Scandalous Twist
Is Emery Jones Pregnant with Damon Cavanaugh’s Child?!
Quinton Marquis and Damon Cavanaugh: Secret Lovers?
Cheating, Lies, and Scandal: The Inside Story
Damon Cavanaugh Breaks Silence: 'I'm the Real Dad'
Damon Cavanaugh, the Other Man?
Damon Cavanaugh: Hero or Homewrecker?
It was insane. The theories. The speculations. Honestly, it was quite hilarious. The three of us would lie in bed and read each article out loud and laugh. Our favorite theory was that Quin and I were secretly in love and that Emery was our cover.
We thought we’d have to suffer an entire year before the craze died down, but there’s one thing juicier to the public than potential infidelity and love triangles: serial killers.
Having a psychotic killer targeting high-profile individuals on the loose isn’t ideal, especially considering Quin's and my social standings, but it’s a nice break from the constant media attention.
We’ve increased our security in case we’re on the hit list. Amir’s sister said we don’t fit the profile, but it’s better to be overly cautious than to end up murdered.
“The gallery looks amazing, Damon,” Emery says, looking around. “I’m so proud of you.”
Quin puts a hand on my shoulder, smiling. “I am too, Damon. It’s incredible. You’ve truly outdone yourself. You’ll be all the rave next week.”
I suck in a sharp breath. “I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be.” Emery leans over, her soft lips feathering against the shell of my ear as she whispers, “But if you need to release some of that pent-up energy, I know how fond you are of back rooms.” She pauses, adding in a sultry voice, “Andknow how much you love my mouth.”
My cock twitches. “Now that you mention it...”
