Baby Daddy Wanted (Crescent Cove 5)

PurpleUni: I just wanted to say thank you for being

so brave. I would love to do something like this, but it’s scary and hard to know where to turn. You’ve given me hope that I can be as proactive as you are. Women shouldn’t have to wait forever on a dream that may not happen for them. I hope you find your Mr. Right Now

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Aww, how sweet. And best of all, that wasn’t the only one like that. There were several others, and when I checked my Facebook inbox—which I’d avoided for days—there were more messages waiting there. Enough women wanted some direction and support on how to go after the baby they wanted that I decided to make another impulsive move.

One that felt really good.

I added a comment to my post.

Thank you so much for your kind words, ladies. I haven’t felt particularly brave lately. Mostly foolish, to be honest. But hearing from a few of you has given me renewed confidence. I’d love to chat with some of you in person, if you’d like to meet up. Just message me here and I’ll get back to you. Maybe we can all help each other with support at the very least.

A knock thundered on the bathroom door just as I hit enter on my comment.

“Vee, are you taking up my bathroom so paying customers can’t use it? You better have an epic case of the runs. Otherwise get yourself out here and back to work.”

“Coming, Mace.” I hurried out of the stall and washed my hands and splashed some water on my flushed cheeks. Then I rushed to throw open the door and smiled at my annoyed boss. “Don’t suppose you’d mind loaning me your reading nook for an evening, would you? Just for an hour or so. Pretty please.”

If I needed it, but I was thinking positively.

I was, dammit.

Macy looked skyward. “Lord, why am I being tested?”

“If I get the turnout I’m thinking I might, you’ll have at least five to ten new customers by the end of the night.”

“I’m listening. Talk fast before my patience swirls down the bowl like your tips.”

I grinned and slid my arm through hers. “Just think. A whole group of women who want to have babies meeting here. Isn’t that fabulous?”

“You’re fired.”

Seven

Murphy

Fortress,

Last night it occurred to me that maybe you were assuming I might want you to tie me up. Not you, per se, but a man I became intimate with. I didn’t want you to think I only like bondage games. I’m quite fine with so-called regular forking. Girl on top? Yasss. Man on top? Oh, yeah. Doggy style? Dude, sign me up. I might even be down for some back door backgammon, with lots of prep. I’ve never done that though, so I’d have to stock up on lube and that warming jelly for that one. Just saying I’m an open-minded sort. Are you an open-minded guy? Please elaborate.

Yours,

Vee

Sweet Jesus, this woman was going to kill me.

I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom. Sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window. And I was making a damn good impression of a sun dial.

Christ.

I looked down at my poor, lonely dick tenting my quilt. Morning wood was a good bit of the problem, but the other half was definitely one Veronica Dixon and her message.

We’d been dancing around the topic of sex in our chats and last night she’d put the scarves and silk rope ideas in my brain. I still hadn’t recovered from that, but the rest?

My phone buzzed in my hand and I groaned. I wasn’t sure I could take another email from her. I’d be in a cold shower again.

I was getting damn tired of them.