Beauty and the Billionaire Bachelors

“Mr. Hawkins, are you up for the task?”

“Yes, your honor. I am. A hundred percent.” Hawk sounded confident.

“Then, this matter is settled.” My father smiled at us both. “Dismissed.”

The attorneys gathered their paperwork, but I rushed around the long table and onto the bench where I hugged my father harder than I ever had. His nylon robe scratched my face, but I didn’t care. I inhaled that Old Spice scent and sobbed into his shoulder.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart, but you know you have a long road ahead of you.”

“I do. But it’s worth it. Do we get to take him home now?”

“Of course, but the attorneys have to have final signatures from the group home. They should work that out for you.”

I looked over my shoulder when I saw my father’s eyes shift.

Hawk approached the bench, extending his hand.

“I wanted to thank you, sir.”

My father returned the handshake. “Son, you have taken on the biggest responsibility of your life.”

Hawk nodded. “I know.”

“And I’m not talking about the child.”

There was a knowing look between the two men. I thought I might not be able to breathe. They were talking about me this time. When was the last time my father had met someone I was dating? I didn’t take guys home to meet him unless it was serious. It always seemed as if it wouldn’t be fair to introduce him to someone only to have the relationship disintegrate a few months later. He had been through so much when he lost my mother.

“Got it.”

I watched the two of them exchange looks that meant something to them. From one man to another.

I put my hands on my hips. I wasn’t a piece of dowry property to be handed over. “Ok. Let’s go, Hawk.” I tugged on his arm. “Daddy, I’ll call you later.”

I pecked him on the cheek. Hunter was waiting for us at the door.

He looked up with innocent eyes. “Where do I live now? Are you taking me to the group home?”

I wanted to tell him, but Hawk was the one who had made this happen. I couldn’t take credit for something I’d never been able to do. I had tried. I had cried. But I couldn’t give this to Hunter—Hawk did.

He stooped down to the floor to speak to Hunter directly. His knees grazed the hardwood. “You get to go home with me. How does that sound?”

I knew it was shock and disbelief that kept Hunter from making a sound. He stared at Hawk. I moved to the floor.

“Honey, it’s a lot to take in, but you get to live with Kane now. Isn’t that good news?”

“Really?” His voice was small, but I was relieved he had finally spoken.

“Really. How about we head over there now and you can pick out your room?” Hawk offered.

“My own room?”

I tried to keep the tears from rushing forward. This poor sweet child. I doubted he had ever had anything of his own that he could remember.

Hawk rose from the floor, offering me his hand. “Let’s get out of here. We have a lot to talk about.”

My fingers fit through his perfectly. I sighed.