Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Justice chuckled, and I lifted my head to glare at him. “Fantasies. Lots of filthy fantasies.”
Memories from my nap the day before flooded my mind. “Okay, I get that. But how did you deal with being around her? I feel like if I spend any more time with her, I’ll break and do something stupid. Especially when I see her with Tucker. The first time I watched her hold him, I knew she was his mother, and it was the moment I knew I wouldn’t be able to let her go.”
“My physical time with Blaire was limited.” Justice stopped talking, and I studied his expression. I was surprised to see it was a little bit wary.
One part of what he’d said stood out. “Physical?”
He watched me closely for another long minute, then dropped down beside me and dug in his bag until he pulled out his phone. He fiddled with it, then handed it to me. “I wasn’t physically with her, but I was almost always watching.”
I raised a brow and took the proffered phone. On the screen was a view of a room, and after a second, I realized it was the daycare. Justice tapped a button on the bottom, and the screen split into four sections, each of a different room. My eyes zeroed in on a red-headed beauty cooing to my baby boy in her arms.
“Obviously, those are the security cameras,” Justice stated. “However, I also have access to the tadpole app on her phone.” I looked at him questioningly, and he quickly explained what they were. Then he clicked another button, and the cameras switched to what were clearly rooms in a house. “Nanny cams,” he elucidated. I nodded. I had one in Tucker’s room, but I’d been meaning to have them installed throughout the house. One more click and the screen displayed the back interior of a car.
“Your Town Car?” I guessed as I handed over the phone.
“Anywhere I could get eyes on her.” He switched back to the first set of cameras and stared at them for a moment, then he fiddled with it before turning off the phone and stowing it back in his bag. “I needed to know she was safe, since I couldn’t be there to protect her. It was the only way for me to have any peace of mind.” He looked at me with a cocky smile. “And my fantasies were so much better when I could actually see her.”
“Did she know?”
“Not until after we’d been married for a few years. By then, she was used to me being an ‘overprotective caveman stalker’—her words. She knows now and sometimes”—he grinned—“that definitely has its advantages.” He lifted his chin toward my bag and clapped his hand on my back. “I emailed you the login information and password to the daycare camera. The rest is up to you.”
“Thank you. I owe you.” I told him with a relieved exhalation.
“Big time.”
I punched his arm hard, and he laughed, then stood. I followed him onto the court and spent the next hour trying to expel all the energy buzzing around inside me.
Chapter 5
Jonah
“Jonah?”
The sweet sound of Penelope’s voice startled me, and I patted Tucker’s back to apologize for disturbing him. I was lying on the couch with my diaper-clad son sprawled on my naked chest, both of us dozing. I’d sent a text to Penelope after we got home, letting her know that I was leaving a key with her sister’s housekeeper and to just come in when she was ready.
I whispered to Tucker, soothing him back to sleep as I sat up. Glancing over the back of the couch, I smiled and softly greeted Penelope. “Hey, angel.”
Her eyes widened as I stood, and I suppressed a smile at her reaction to my bare chest. There was a bassinet a few feet away, and I padded over to it and gently laid Tucker down. A fuzzy blue blanket was draped over the side, and I spread it over his body before tucking it around him at the sides.
Pivoting around, I watched Penelope as she hesitantly entered the room. I almost groaned out loud when I saw what she was wearing. She had on a bright pink tank top with tiny spaghetti straps, baring too much skin for my liking. Especially the V at the top that allowed tantalizing flashes of her cleavage when she moved. It hung to just above the waistband of a fitted, jean skirt which stopped mid-thigh. It was so short, it would be damn easy to slide it up to her waist, pull her panties aside, and fuck her against the nearest wall. Unless she wasn’t wearing any underwear. That thought had a scowl forming on my face, but I tried to soften it when I saw Penelope’s worried expression. It was hard because I felt building rage knowing that if I was thinking these things, then so was every other man who laid eyes on my angel.