Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(81)

Anton couldn’t take his eyesight off this woman; he just couldn’t. So he continued to stare at her, putting on his serious and businesslike face.

“What in the grasshopper is going on?” came Clinton Silverton’s booming voice, breaking the two’s eye contact.

The red-haired woman gracefully turned her head to look at the old man, which in turn made her coppery mane sway past Anton’s face, and he couldn’t help sucking in her sweet, exotic scent. When she saw the man with the silvery grey hair and the Armani suit, with the round chin and chubby cheeks, Fern knew immediately who this person was.

“Are you by any chance Senior Silverton?” she went to ask Clinton, grabbing both of his hands to hold within hers. “You look just like him in the magazine.”

Clinton was a bit awestruck. “Yes, I am. And you, my dear—cough—beauty, who are you?” he asked, also struck by her attractiveness.

The woman smiled at the three men before her.

“This is Fern.” She indicated herself. “And she is pregnant with Hunter, Senior Silverton’s son.”

Clinton Silverton almost collapsed, Anton looked so shocked that he couldn’t even utter a single word, and Winton’s motivation to lose those extra pounds deflated like a helium balloon.





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“You did what?” Hunter stared at the woman before him, who was busy giggling on the couch. “Fern, stop laughing. I’m being serious here,” he yelled.

“Oh, Hunter darling, stop yelling at Fern. What a way to welcome your beautiful best friend from America, yelling like that.” She giggled again, brushing him off.

“Best friend my ass. Why the hell did you tell that kind of joke to my family? You know Dad almost had an aneurism.”

“Look, Fern is sorry. Stop being mad at Fern. Are you still upset because Fern wouldn’t visit you sooner? Hummmm?” She wound her arm around Hunter’s neck, bringing him closer. “And would you remove your sunglasses? Fern wants to see you.”

“I’m not upset with you. You’re like my long-lost sister,” Hunter muttered. “And no, I will not remove my glasses.”

“I thought so. This long-lost sister of yours does apologize. Fern didn’t mean to make everyone so upset. But please do remove your glasses. It’s like Fern can’t even tell if she’s talking to Hunter or not.”

“You have to go and apologize. And no, for the last time, I am not going to remove these glasses,” Hunter said, straightening his sunglasses again.

“Why not?” Fern asked, moving to remove those glasses, but Hunter backed away fast, preventing her from doing so.

“Look, would you just go apologize?” Hunter said, a little upset. “You’ve caused a commotion in the workplace, and it will not dissipate until you go and apologize.”

“Okay,” Fern said finally. “Fern will go to apologize. It is to Senior Silverton, is it not?” she asked. When Hunter nodded his head, she smiled. “Of course, for you, my darling, Fern will do anything.”

Fern was about midway to the door when Hunter’s added comment froze her on the spot.

“And Anton.”

“What? No, no. Not that mannequin,” Fern grumbled, coming back to the couch and sitting down.

“Mannequin?” Hunter asked, wondering whom Fern was referring to.

“Yes. The mannequin,” Fern said, explaining her serious dislike of Anton. “You didn’t see it, Hunter darling, but he was the only man there that didn’t drool or bat an eyelid at Fern. Even Senior Silverton commented on how beautiful Fern was, but that mannequin, that mannequin… Fern’s beauty didn’t affect him. Fern is very disappointed.”