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Xanti.
    Ethan looked at Xanti in a whole new light. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
    “Ethan!”
    The Maestro’s voice startled him.
    “What?” Ethan asked holding back laughter.
    The Maestro raised his voice one more octave. “Bring my grandson home. I want to raise him.”
    Ethan’s lips twisted. No babies, nope I didn’t sign up for babysitting . Or kidnapping. Then out of the blue that random dream he’d had a few months back whacked him over the head. Tall, sultry creature with giant blue eyes left him dazzled. Why couldn’t we have been having sex instead of putting a bassinette together? Could this lead him to her? “What about the mother?”
    The Maestro turned his black eyes on Ethan and gave a subliminal suggestion using his voice and eye contact. “ You’re a persuasive man, Ethan. You know what women want, and you know how to get it, unlike Hoss .”
    “Father!” Xanti squealed.
    Xier lifted a hand to his son that said, “Shut up,” without words. He turned to Ethan. “ Use your charms, but don’t come home without a baby . Your money is in the account, and I believe your plane, you left at JFK Airport on your last jaunt.”
    “Come on, Xanti. I’ll let you pack my bags.” Ethan swiped the younger vamp’s hat and headed back to the fridge, laughing.
    ****
    In London, André St. James sat glued to his telly, his eyes widening by the second as he watched the day’s highlights of the baseball games state-side, only baseball wasn’t what came across the screen. The number one pick revealed his niece making her grand entrance into the world and his sister-in-law leaving nothing to the imagination about the birds and the bees and the end results.
    “Jovan? Oh, Auntie Jovan?” André yelled with a lilt in his voice to his wife.
    Jovan sauntered into their den wearing only long blonde soaking wet curls. Most of her soft sensual curves were covered by the sun-kissed tendrils. Lady Godiva didn’t look this freaking hot.
    “This better be worth it. We’re running late mon mari . And Savanah and Julian will be home any second.” Jovan gave André a devilish grin that reeked of sex as she did a slow spin showing off her backside.
    “ Cherié , that was a cheeky shot, literally. We’ll be running even later if you don’t get dressed. Before I lose myself in you, look at the telly.” He handed her a robe to cover up all the distracting areas her scrumptious body offered. And with her abdomen ripe with his child, her breasts full, firm and in his face, there was no better aphrodisiac.
    Not a second after he wrapped Jovan up, Savanah and Julian raced in, spilling packages into an already crowded room of suitcases and travel bags.
    “Did you hear the news or has anyone called?” Savanah asked breathless. “We caught it at the pub. Isn’t it wonderful?”
    Jovan put her index finger to Savanah’s lips. “Shush, Peanut. Look someone just delivered a baby at a baseball stadium. How sweet.”
    “As I tried to say, Mum—”
    Jovan clamped her hand over her daughter’s mouth. Her face inches from the television, Jovan backed up a step. “Cripes, could they have gotten any bloody closer with the zoom lens?”
    “Jovan, look closer.” André tapped on the screen.
    “Close enough, thanks.” Jovan noticed her husband wipe his eyes and shake his head. “What?” She asked. “André, are those tears?”
    “Oh, mon amour, anyone look vaguely familiar?”
    “Sort of looks like—oh—my—Goddess—Lucian and is that—Serina?” Jovan swung around fast, her wet hair whipping her husband in his face. “I’m an aunt! You’re an uncle!” Tears fell faster than spilled milk. She yelled, “Savanah, you’ve a cousin.” Then she began to laugh. “Serina’s going to be upset when she sees this and the extra ten pounds the telly added to her bum. She’ll be more upset she didn’t have a shave before going to the game.”
    Julian tossed in, “Please tell me that’s a Tootsie Roll