page8 (1/2)

Guilt swa him feel disloyal to his late wife’s memory It see this child whoErin Connell and not Laura If he’d only been on ti on attending to just one more issue that had cropped up at the office One more issue that he’d since been forced, by his injuries, to learn to delegate But it was far too late now Too late for Laura and too late for the child conceived for them at the fertility center

Even surrogacy was out of the question As far as he knew, their viable embryos had been destroyed in the clinic failure that had resulted when several anoer licked at the edges of histo clinic records, one of those mistakes could mean that this child in his arms had been conceived with his sperm

“Everything okay?”

Erin’s voice broke through his reverie, jolting hi hily, into her company and the warmth and welcome of her kitchen

“Yeah, I’reat” He nodded in the direction of the table

“You didn’t specify any dietary requirements, so I hope this will be okay”

She ducked her head shyly, er than was probably polite Erin took Riley from hiurgled happily while they sat at the table

“This is incredible,” Saenerously onto his plate “Where did you train?”

“Train?”

“To cook like this” He lifted another piece of succulent and richly flavored beef to his mouth

She initially said nothing, just watched as he ate For so her watch him wasn’t uncomfortable, unless you counted the state of semi-arousal he’d been in from the moment he’d arrived here

She averted her eyes froht, pretty e had a cook here when I arrived, but she preferred plain food withoutI started to experiot here James offered me the cook’s role full-time”