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Poppy lifts one shoulder. “He cares about his brother, and his brother cares about you and your son. That’s enough for him.”

My gaze moves back to Nolan, and he doesn’t even attempt to deny her claim. Why does that knowledge send warmth spreading through my entire body?

“I need you to understand something, though, Daisy. Once the interim orders are in place, Jonah’s father will be notified. There’s no getting around that. The law states that he must be made aware of the proceedings, and given the opportunity to respond. He can contest the orders or put forward his own application, but until the court makes a different decision, the interim orders will remain in place.”

I blink at her, my mouth opening to speak, but no words come. Once Jason knows where we are, there’ll be no hiding anymore.

“It’s okay, Dais,” Nolan says, reaching across the table and lightly placing his hand over mine. “I won’t let him take your son away from you.”

“He has money, Nolan. Lots of money. I have nothing. How can I compete with that?”

Nolan’s thumb brushes tenderly across the back of my hand until our eyes finally meet. “He may have lots of money, darlin’,” he says, his voice unwavering, “but I have more.”

I stare at him, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Chapter 11

Nolan

I stand in the kitchen doorway, my hands resting on top of my head. My elbows are spread wide, and I’m staring across the room at Daisy. She’s flat on her back on the living room floor, nibbling on her bottom lip, and gazing up at the ceiling like it’s the most interesting thing in the world, while Jonah lies beside her on his baby gym, happily entertaining himself.

Poppy left half an hour ago, and Daisy hasn’t said a word since.

I get the feeling she’s having second thoughts; but she’s doing the right thing. The sensible thing. If her ex tracks them down and there are no court orders in place, she won’t have a leg to stand on if he tries to take Jonah.

Surely she knows that.

I pull out my phone and search for my brother’s number. He has a mate who runs an IT company and is one of the best in the business. Bennett often calls on him to uncover information that might help with his cases. If anyone can get the answers I need, it’s him.

Me: Can you ask Spencer Prescott to find whatever dirt he can on Daisy’s ex?

Bennett: Already on it.

Me: Daisy’s freaking out.

Bennett: Tell her not to. I’ll do whatever I can to make sure the kid stays with her.

A smile tugs at my lips as I type my reply because I know he’s going to react to what I say. He can’t help himself.

Me: They don’t call you the fixer for nothing.

Bennett: Fuck off! And what’s with this ‘they’ bullshit? You’re the only one who calls me that.

I huff out a quiet laugh, but it fades as my thoughts drift back to Daisy’s affidavit. I don’t even know that bastard she once called her fiancé, but after reading what happened between them, I want to put my fist straight through his motherfucking face.

“What do you want for lunch, Dais? I’m going to order DoorDash.”

Her eyes shift to me as she pushes herself upright. “I can cook us something.”

I arch an eyebrow. “You cook?”

“Yes, and more than scrambled eggs.”

“Don’t knock my eggs, darlin’.”

“I’m not, but you do realise I’ve been working in the restaurant business for years?”

“I got the impression from the things you told Poppy that you mainly worked on the admin side of things.”