Not Daddy Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 2)

Jeremy laughed. “Suck it?”

“Hey, don’t mess with me right now.”

“No. No, wouldn’t dare. You’re fired up and I like it.” He kissed my forehead. “But you don’t have to do this. I’m willing to fight them in court. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“That could take months. Years.” I looked for my shoes in the hall closet. “I know you’ve lost Sasha too. I heard everything she said. You need the money to buy her out and to buy the team. We have to move fast before you lose any more investors. This is critical, Jer.”

He stared at me. “Who is this calculated business woman?”

“I’m Jeremy Hartwell’s wife. Co-empire conspirator.” I winked. “Scout is Austen’s legacy, and I’ll be damned if Sasha or your mother are going to take anything away from her.”

I looked down. I had put my shoes on with my pajama pants.

“Babe, take a shower. Get dressed. I’ll get the baby ready to go.”

I looked at him. “I’m still mad you kept all of this to yourself. We’re a team.”

He cupped the sides of my face. “It’s a mistake I’ll never make again.” He brought his mouth to mine and I let my eyes close as we fell into the kiss. A kiss that for a brief second helped us forget sleepless nights. Forget company sellouts and lawsuits. A kiss that reminded us we were always better together than apart. And that this kind of love is what made the most beautiful baby in the world.

Epilogue

Jeremy

“Beer?”

I pulled the ball cap closer to my temples.

“Jer, do you want another beer?”

I held my hand out absently. The cold plastic cup was full. It was the bottom of the eighth. We needed one more out to take us into the ninth. We could put this game away. Rodriguez was the best closer on the roster.

One more pitch. One more.

Rodriguez leaned back on his heel before letting the pitch go. I held my breath. Out.

Evie clapped and hollered next to me. “Woooo, Silver Hawks.”

I laughed, finally taking a sip of the beer. “You saw that.”

“He’s been pitching like that all season.”

I looped my hand around her neck and drew her lips to mine. “I love it when you talk baseball.” I kissed her, tasting the beer mingle on her tongue.

There was loud applause.

“Uh, Jer. We’re on the KissCam.”

I kissed her harder the second time as the ballpark chanted. If only the fans knew what I wanted to do with my wife right now. I’d lift her out of this seat and take her into our box. There was a pull on the curtains. I could lock the door and steal five minutes of privacy. Maybe three.

Austen squealed in Evie’s lap. But there was that. We had a baby.

I let Evie’s lips go. “I’ll take her.”

I held Austen in my lap. She was decked out in a pink Silver Hawks onesie. There wasn’t a cuter nine-month old in the ballpark.

“Oh my mom just sent a text.” Evie looked at her phone. “She and Dad are watching the game. She wants to know if we want to stop by for lasagna on the way home.”

“Sure. I love Dad’s lasagna.”