Released: MC Secret Baby Romance (New Adult Contemporary Biker Romance) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Casey Elliot
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She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck as he leaned over her shoulder. It would be so easy to reach up and kiss him , she thought. She pushed the thought firmly out of her mind, though her body already ached for his touch. Rich is a good man, Hannah , she told herself, but her heart lacked conviction.
"It's nothing much, really," Hannah said, laughing.
"Well baby, I've spent three years in prison. There's no describing that."
"Gunner, I'm not sure that's a compliment. Besides, have you ever eaten dinner with a toddler before?" Gunner raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sure it's going to be a priceless experience."
"Let me put it this way. Have you ever eaten spaghetti with a toddler?"
Gunner laughed, the deep, throaty chuckle that Hannah loved and missed. His hands moved onto her waist, holding her tight against him. "Hannah, I–"
"Finished!" The spell was broken, and Gunner quickly dropped his hold on Hannah. She slipped past Gunner through a small gap, grateful for the distraction, as she lifted Charlie onto her special chair and pushed her toward the table. Gunner made his way over to the table balancing two plates of spaghetti in his hands. Charlie happily banged away on the table with her fork and spoon filling the air with toddler-like music. They looked every bit like a family getting ready for a normal family dinner.
It did not escape Hannah how quickly they had settled back in with one another or how quickly Charlie accepted her father’s presence. She saw the way Gunner looked at Charlie; his eyes held nothing but love for her.
Did I misjudge him ? Hannah thought to herself, but she knew she hadn’t. He has changed, she admitted, but has he changed enough for me to take another chance on him?
Cleaning the spaghetti off the walls and Charlie's face, Hannah looked around at the devastation that now surrounded the small dining room. The walls were splattered orange and red, and Charlie sat in the middle of it all, covered head to toe in spaghetti and sauce.
"She was showing off, you know," Hannah said as she stood, ushering the toddler off toward her bedroom to get changed. "And, so were you," she accused over her shoulder, as she followed Charlie down the hall.
Gunner grinned, but said nothing. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't be angry at her. God knows he tried, but he knew that her instincts were to protect Charlie from people like him. Hell, Gunner himself would protect Charlie and Hannah from people like him.
"Say goodnight to Gunner," Hannah called from Charlie’s bedroom, as the toddler sleepily ran down the hall, wrapping her arms around Gunner's legs and holding them tight.
Emotion coursed through his veins. I have missed so much , he thought, shaking his head.
"Night!" Charlie exclaimed as she broke away from Gunner, smiling up at him once more. Gunner leaned down and ruffled her hair.
"Goodnight, Charlie," he said, as he watched Charlie turn and run back down to her room and into her mom's waiting arms. Gunner stood thoughtfully for a moment before wandering over to the sofa and taking a seat. Gunner's giant frame filled the tiny apartment, and all around him, he could see family photos of Hannah, Charlie, and her grandparents on every surface.
"She's finally asleep," Hannah said tiredly, as she came into the living room and turned toward the sofa.
"Do you think she'll ever call me dad?" Gunner said. Looking up toward Hannah, he saw her hesitate.
"Maybe in time, Gunner, but right now, it's too new. I have to think about Charlie and what this means for her. God, she already thinks the world of you. Imagine what it would do to her if something happened to you," Hannah said. It wouldn’t just kill Charlie , she thought, it would kill me .
Sitting on the couch next to Gunner, she felt inexplicably tired; she was tired from looking after an energetic toddler and working full time, but mostly, she was tired from feeling conflicted about Gunner.
"I should go," Gunner
She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck as he leaned over her shoulder. It would be so easy to reach up and kiss him , she thought. She pushed the thought firmly out of her mind, though her body already ached for his touch. Rich is a good man, Hannah , she told herself, but her heart lacked conviction.
"It's nothing much, really," Hannah said, laughing.
"Well baby, I've spent three years in prison. There's no describing that."
"Gunner, I'm not sure that's a compliment. Besides, have you ever eaten dinner with a toddler before?" Gunner raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sure it's going to be a priceless experience."
"Let me put it this way. Have you ever eaten spaghetti with a toddler?"
Gunner laughed, the deep, throaty chuckle that Hannah loved and missed. His hands moved onto her waist, holding her tight against him. "Hannah, I–"
"Finished!" The spell was broken, and Gunner quickly dropped his hold on Hannah. She slipped past Gunner through a small gap, grateful for the distraction, as she lifted Charlie onto her special chair and pushed her toward the table. Gunner made his way over to the table balancing two plates of spaghetti in his hands. Charlie happily banged away on the table with her fork and spoon filling the air with toddler-like music. They looked every bit like a family getting ready for a normal family dinner.
It did not escape Hannah how quickly they had settled back in with one another or how quickly Charlie accepted her father’s presence. She saw the way Gunner looked at Charlie; his eyes held nothing but love for her.
Did I misjudge him ? Hannah thought to herself, but she knew she hadn’t. He has changed, she admitted, but has he changed enough for me to take another chance on him?
Cleaning the spaghetti off the walls and Charlie's face, Hannah looked around at the devastation that now surrounded the small dining room. The walls were splattered orange and red, and Charlie sat in the middle of it all, covered head to toe in spaghetti and sauce.
"She was showing off, you know," Hannah said as she stood, ushering the toddler off toward her bedroom to get changed. "And, so were you," she accused over her shoulder, as she followed Charlie down the hall.
Gunner grinned, but said nothing. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't be angry at her. God knows he tried, but he knew that her instincts were to protect Charlie from people like him. Hell, Gunner himself would protect Charlie and Hannah from people like him.
"Say goodnight to Gunner," Hannah called from Charlie’s bedroom, as the toddler sleepily ran down the hall, wrapping her arms around Gunner's legs and holding them tight.
Emotion coursed through his veins. I have missed so much , he thought, shaking his head.
"Night!" Charlie exclaimed as she broke away from Gunner, smiling up at him once more. Gunner leaned down and ruffled her hair.
"Goodnight, Charlie," he said, as he watched Charlie turn and run back down to her room and into her mom's waiting arms. Gunner stood thoughtfully for a moment before wandering over to the sofa and taking a seat. Gunner's giant frame filled the tiny apartment, and all around him, he could see family photos of Hannah, Charlie, and her grandparents on every surface.
"She's finally asleep," Hannah said tiredly, as she came into the living room and turned toward the sofa.
"Do you think she'll ever call me dad?" Gunner said. Looking up toward Hannah, he saw her hesitate.
"Maybe in time, Gunner, but right now, it's too new. I have to think about Charlie and what this means for her. God, she already thinks the world of you. Imagine what it would do to her if something happened to you," Hannah said. It wouldn’t just kill Charlie , she thought, it would kill me .
Sitting on the couch next to Gunner, she felt inexplicably tired; she was tired from looking after an energetic toddler and working full time, but mostly, she was tired from feeling conflicted about Gunner.
"I should go," Gunner
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