Sinful (Bad Boy Rockers 5)
“Are you Anna’s friend?” she asks Dahlia.
Dahlia smiles. “I am. I’m married to Jace’s brother.”
“Is he nice like
Jace?”
“Yes, he is. Would you like to meet him?”
“Only if Anna comes too.”
“Then let’s go meet him.”
It doesn’t go without notice that Tammy hasn’t brought her bunny with her today. But not wanting to draw the fact to Tammy in case she really has just forgotten in her excitement, I take her hand, and turn her to look at the others. Tammy slips her other hand into Dahlia’s and lets us lead her toward the other children, who are surrounding Jace, Ryder, and the other guys.
When we get there though, she gets pulled into the excitement of having her own softball shirt, with Jace’s number on it, the same as Catcher.
Jace keeps hold of Catcher as he spots me and comes over and ruffles Tammy’s hair.
“Hey, wait a sec,” Dahlia demands. “Let me get a picture of you guys together, you look so damn cute.”
I’m not about to complain.
Picking Tammy up in my arms, I cuddle her to me as Catcher stands to the front of Jace and I. Snuggling into my guy, I face Dahlia’s cell and smile while she snaps some pictures.
This feeling right here that hits me in the chest while I’m in Jace’s arms with both Tammy and Catcher is like nothing I’ve felt before. This feels like family—our family.
“Got it guys… I’ll send it to you,” Dahlia adds, looking at me.
“Thank you.”
I turn my attention back to Jace, who is grinning like a big kid. “You’re in your element here, huh?”
“Damn straight, babe.” He pulls me in for a kiss, which lasts all of two seconds.
“Eww, yuk,” Tammy complains.
We chuckle against each other’s mouths at the very lady-like comment.
“Yeah, it’s gross, isn’t it guys?” Ryder appears.
“Hmm, we’ll see how gross you consider it when you’re not getting any, shall we?” Dahlia smirks.
“I was only teasing, as you well know, Mrs. Stone.”
They drift off while I stay close to Jace.
“The game will be starting soon,” he hesitates.
“What’s wrong?”
“I should have mentioned this before, but well, with everything going so well between us, I let it slide and I shouldn’t have.”
“Jace,” I watch as Tammy and Catcher run toward Karen, who is seating the children in the bleachers, “what are you talking about?”
“Richard.”
“You’ve already told me he’s playing.” I frown because he still looks worried.