PRINCE CHARMING: A Stepbrother Secret Baby Romance(61)

“Why, do you think I’m not?”

“I just wanted to make sure. Everything happened so fast when we returned, and you’re so close to having the babies,” he said and shrugged. “I just want to be sure.”

She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him down so she could kiss him. Her lips lingered against his as her tongue darted out to find his and he grunted, pulling her as close as he could with her large belly. “I’m here with you, so of course I’m happy.”

“So it was all worth it?”

Olivia stared down at her pregnant belly held protectively between their bodies. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d say it was all worth it. Now come on, you promised your queen a bath.”

“A bath and maybe a few other things,” he said as his hands moved down to her hips. “If you’re up for it.” They kissed as they walked through the secret passage, their laughter echoing off the old stones as the waves made music behind them. This wasn’t the life Olivia had expected to have, but she’d be damned if she’d change a moment of it.





(BONUS BOOK #1)

ROGUE

(A Stepbrother

Romance)





By





Mia Carson





COPYRIGHT ? 2016

All Rights Reserved





AMY


“Hey love! You never gonna believe what else I found in New York today!” mom had called on the phone me a few weeks earlier, her voice filled with excitement. She had gone to New York to inspect a property she wanted to buy for her next bed-and-breakfast.

“What?” I had answered, trying my best to sound excited for her.

“I met a man named Gary. He’s a stock broker in New York City!”

“Oh, that’s nice,” I said.

My mom, beautiful and young at forty-two, was always dating new people. This one, however, had seemed serious from the start. I could tell because she never settled on one man right after meeting him.

Gary, however, soon became her one and only. She traveled from San Francisco, where we lived, to New York more and more frequently to work on the bed and breakfast she’d purchased, but also to hang out with him.

I met Gary only once, when he came to visit her in San Francisco. He seemed easy-going enough, but everything was happening way too fast for me to get a solid opinion of him.

“Come spend some time with us in New Rochelle,” my mother had said a few days after she told me about Gary.

“I love my school,” I stated, “so I’m staying up that way.”

“Maybe come down for the summer? It’ll be great to have you here with me. What do you say?”

I paused a moment, leaving an uncomfortable silence. “Maybe.”

“Gary has a son around your age. He can show you around town,” she suggested, like this wasn’t some kind of a life-altering event.

“I usually spend the summer with Dad, so I have to ask him if he doesn’t mind,” I countered.

Dad hadn’t minded and a few days later, I was on the plane heading for my mom’s. Classes were over for the year, so I boarded the plane from San Francisco to upstate New York. I would be spending the summer there. I had always been a protective person and wanted to make sure my mother was doing the right thing. I had also always been a curious person, and I wondered what Gary was like. I sincerely hoped that his son, my soon-to-be stepbrother, wasn’t a total douche.

As the plane inched towards New York, I watched the sun stain the horizon with pink and blue. Now big puffy clouds decorated the perfectly blue sky.

I had my phone on airplane mode, so I had no access to the internet. Bored, I flipped through pictures on my phone. I looked at a few photos of myself, and though it was so vain, I knew I was beautiful. Even in this picture, with barely any makeup, the beauty of my pale skin and honey-brown eyes contrasted elegantly with my light red hair. I inherited my hair from my mother and my eyes from my father.

I scrolled through a few pictures of my dad and me. I had taken one when we were at a baseball game together, our faces framed with sunglasses and freckled from the sun. I frowned, remembering our conversation from a week before.

“Go to the east coast. See some new things. Meet some new people. You can always come here during the summer, and I can always visit. Your mother won’t mind having the extra help at her bed and breakfast,” my dad had urged.

“Are you sure?” I’d asked.

“Positive. Go have fun.”

I found some old pictures of my mom and me. I was a child, playing with toys in the office of the first bed and breakfast she’d opened. I had fond memories there. Meeting the exotic—at least to me—guests had always been a treat. My mother had been happy then, which had been nice. This was her passion, for sure. A passion which led her straight to Gary.

I looked through more pictures, searching for a photo of our last Halloween party. My best friend and roommate from college, Sarah, was by my side like she always was, holding the camera.

“Have a safe one out there. And don’t forget to call me if you need girl talk,” she’d said, giving me a hug before I left.

“I will be in touch with you a lot. I’ll need to talk to someone about all this new and random craziness,” I’d told her, grabbing my luggage.