Hell, if she could, I certainly could too.
“Well, I'm happy for you,” I said. “You'll have to send me an invite.”
Mom's eyes drifted back down to my belly. “Do you know the sex yet?”
I nodded. “We're having a girl.”
Mom's eyes filled with tears again as a shaky smile creased her lips. “A daughter.”
“Yes, I'm going to have a daughter,” I snapped. “And trust me, she's never going to go without. Nor is she going to learn to be a taker. She will never learn the fine art of swindling rich, old, lonely men.”
Mom's eyes fell. She looked honestly sorry and ashamed, but it wouldn't be that easy to forgive. Maybe, in time, we could move past it, but she'd be the one having to make the effort. Not me.
“I want to know my grandchild, Ember,” she said. “And I'd like to have my daughter back too, if that's all even remotely possible.”
I hesitated for a moment, searching her eyes. Searching her face. I searched for the barest flash of insincerity. I found nothing of the sort. In fact, all I found was sincerity and hope in her eyes. She'd changed. I didn't know what had precipitated it, but she'd changed. For the better. Which was a rarity in people, it seemed.
“I'd like that, mom.”
“I know it'll take time –”
“That's the understatement of the year.”
Mom flinched. My words hurt her. I even felt a little bad for it.
“Come inside,” I groaned. “Let's talk. The movers will be here soon.”
“You're moving?” she asked.
“Yes, to a bigger house,” I said.
“A bigger house than this?”
I laughed. I'd said the same thing, but now that it was happening, it made sense. Not that I wanted to explain to my mom about how I had four different baby daddies and they were all moving in with us. Nah, I'd let her figure it out on her own. Because God, if she hated me before when I'd taken one billionaire away from her, what would she think if she discovered I had four now?
I'll admit, it was a nice thought. Four handsome, sexy billionaires. What more could a girl ask for?
The End
6 MOUNTAIN BROTHERS FOR CHRISTMAS
A Reverse Harem Romance
PROLOGUE
Standing there, in the living room, we passed around the bottles until they were drained of their contents. I looked down at the green bottle in my hands and smiled, placing it on the ground before I spun it.
It spun, and it spun, and I could feel the brothers’ eyes on me. Their curious glances slowly growing devilish while my nipples puckered painfully behind my bra. They knew what I was thinking, and I knew what was rolling through their heads. As the bottle slowed to a stop in front of Chance, I lifted my gaze to him and grinned.
“Chance,” I said. “Truth or Dare?”
In an instant, the entire atmosphere in the room changed. Chance’s gaze held mine steadily as I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, and I heard Ethan let out a groan as Chance drew in a long breath through his nose.
“Dare,” he said.
“I dare you, Chance Trent, to undress me and make me come.”
“Oh…,” he said as he approached me. “I’d be happy to oblige.”