Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“Pregnancy hormones.” I blame it on our innocent baby.
“Stop giving your mommy a hard time,” Dane says in a stern voice, his hand on my stomach. I burst into laughter. He takes my hand, leading me out of the bedroom. He hands me a phone. “Keep it on you at all times. I already put a few numbers in there for you.”
“Thank you,” I chirp.
“No fight?” He lifts a brow at me.
“Nope. I recall you saying you give orders and I take them without question because it puts you at ease.” After all he has done for me, I can see why I’d so easily agreed to that before. At first I thought it was a bit nutty. Now I get it.
“Thank you.” He leans down to kiss me, but a knock sounds at the door.
He pulls the door open to reveal his brother Ryan standing there. I pull my robe tighter, making sure it’s closed as he enters.
He’s so different from Dane. They both are tall, but Ryan is thin where Dane is bulky. Ryan seems laid back, while I don’t think Dane has ever been that relaxed a day in his life.
“How is it going?” he asks.
“It’s going,” Dane says. I give his brother a smile.
“How long are you two thinking about hanging around here?” He drops down into one of the chairs.
“We’re not leaving.” I find myself answering the question.
“Not leaving?” he repeats, looking to Dane for confirmation. It’s a bit irritating that he doesn’t take my word for it.
“She wants to stay so we’re staying.” Dane shrugs.
“Damn. I never thought I’d see the day. You’re different with her. Not obsessing over work.” Ryan glances at me. “He’s normally moody and barking orders.”
“He still gives orders,” I respond. The doorbell rings again. This time it is the food cart. Both Dane and Ryan start putting everything onto the table. Dane pulls out a chair for me, and I sit down. His phone starts to go off. He pulls it out, answering it.
“Are you shitting me?” Dane's eyes come to me as he listens to whoever is on the phone. “I can do that. We’ll be there shortly.” He pauses again. I get up, needing to get dressed for whatever is going on. “Fine but who else is on your team that’s here?” I wring my fingers together, dying to know what the heck they are talking about. “I know that, but I’m not fucking leaving her alone,” he growls into the phone.
Ryan lets out a whistle, drawing both our attention. “I’m here.”
Dane thinks it over for a long moment. “I’m on my way,” he says before ending the call.
“What’s going on?”
“Between Roman and me calling in some favors we got a judge to sign off on everything for Faith.”
“What?” Hope blooms inside of me. “How is that even possible?”
“Oz always gets his way when he’s after something. What is this something?”
“We’re filing for an adoption,” Dane answers.
“The fuck?” Ryan almost comes out of his chair in shock.
“I’ll explain later. I need to get dressed and head to the judge’s office.” He grabs my hand, leading me back toward the bedroom.
“It’s happening?” I ask, needing him to give me some reassurance. I want to make sure I understood exactly what he was telling me.
“Ryan wasn't lying, baby. When I want something, I’m going to get it.”
“I still don’t get how this is happening so quickly.”
“Let me worry about that. You get dressed and eat. The office isn't far, but you don’t leave this suite. Understood?”
“Yes,” I answer instantly. “Go get our girl.”
16
Dane
“I don’t want anyone coming or going from here,” I tell my brother.
“Got it, bro.” He gives me a mock salute.
I stare him down, not in the mood for his antics. He needs to be serious for once. I was hoping college would do that for him. I suppose he might need a girl to come along and knock some sense into him. It worked for me.
“Seriously. I got it. No one in and no one out.” For once he gives me what I ask for. “Go do what you need to do.”
“Thanks. Try and get her to eat something when she comes out.”
“On it,” he says before I’m out the door.
It’s about time something started going right for Kennedy and me. Even with as much pressure and shameless money Roman and I had thrown around, I still thought this might take a while. Luck was on our side when we found out the mayor was up for reelection as well. We’re both now top donors to his campaign. It will be worth every damn cent if it gets us Faith.
“I need a car,” I say when I get to the concierge desk. I drop a hundred on the table in front of him. He snatches it up.