Hotshot
Page 35
Caldwell’s response is muffled.
“She can pay for that, too. I’m not playing her game. She made her bed, she can lie in it. I’m done. If she tries to poach our nanny, she’ll regret it. It’s bad enough I have to split custody fifty-fifty.”
More muffled conversation.
“Anything else?”
I move closer to try and hear, but it’s useless.
“Well, next time, tell her to go fuck herself. This is exactly why I don’t deal with her.”
This time, I hear laughing.
“Okay, man, thanks. I’ll tell Bizzy, too. Make sure you mention to Sasha I want Brayden at my house no later than six next Sunday. No excuses. She pulled that shit when we got home from our honeymoon, and it wasn’t cool.”
He hangs up and throws his phone across the bed, his arms circling me.
“Let me break it down. She’s freaked out about his teething and wanted to know what I do to calm him, then she’s decided we need to nanny share and wants you to agree?” I guess.
“Basically, but Mom’s handling the teething thing. She’s sending an email this morning. Sasha fucks with our nanny, I’ll be pissed.”
“We only have her part time. She could technically work for Sasha, too.”
“Bullshit, that’s why I pay her so well. Sasha’s trying to be sneaky, but I’m onto her.”
“We have nothing to worry about. She’s not fond of Sasha, but she’s crazy about Brayden.”
“She’s a smart girl. I’m glad you found her.” He kisses the top of my head.
“So let’s forget that phone call and go back to enjoying our Saturday,” I suggest, snuggling closer.
“I like that idea. Why are you dressed?” His hand snakes down to my hip and tugs on the hem of my nightgown.
“Because we needed coffee.”
At the mention, he twists and comes back with the two mugs. I sit up beside him and take one.
“So, I’ve been thinking about something.” I eye him over the rim of my cup.
“And that is?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I’m going to start the process of moving to PRN.”
There’s a flare in his eyes as he takes a sip and waits for me to continue.
“It’s part of my long term plan.”
“Do I know about this long term plan?”
“Sort of, but I’m telling you now. Having Brayden has taught me a lot.”
“What is that?”
I take both our cups and put them back on the nightstand then swing my legs over his to straddle him. His eyes start to heat as he bucks into me. “This sounds like my kind of plan.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“It might be, so listen to me.”
“How can I not when your pussy is grinding against me?”
“Shaw!” I swat at his roaming hands. “I’m being serious.”
“I am, too.”
I grab his wrists and lock them down on his chest. “So, I was thinking about the future.”
He freezes, his eyes now alert.
“I know we’re newly married, but—”
“Bizzy, spit it out.”
I draw in a deep breath and look him straight in the eyes. “I’m ready to give you a daughter.”
His face transforms as he realizes what I’m saying, remembering our conversation on the boat last year.
“I saw my doctor last week, and we did some tests. She also did some research and found extensive encouraging results. I’ve stopped taking the pill and I’m not sure about the timing of things yet. But when you’re ready to try, I am too.”
He frees his hands and places them on my hips, gripping lightly. “I don’t know what to say. I’m fucking over the moon with this, but having a baby doesn’t mean you have to give up your job.”
“If it happens, I want to be home for a while. This will allow for more flexibility. I’d like to try it. I may be wrong, but it’s worth a shot. It’s hard leaving you and Brayden the weeks we have him and I’m scheduled to work. And we split custody.”
I squeal in surprise when he flips us, me flying to my back as his hand comes to my cheek.
“I really like your plan.” His eyes start to smolder with lust, transforming from green to honeyed topaz.
“Thanks,” I say, feeling the love pouring out of him.
“Anything else on your mind?”
“Not right now.” My insides stir alive, tingling with what’s coming.
“Good, because we’re going to start working on that baby, right now.” He leans down, sealing his mouth over mine in a passionate kiss.
The only thought that races through my mind is how incredibly lucky I am to have the love that Crenshaw Bennett gives me.
Every day, I grow more infatuated than that fourteen-year old girl could have ever imagined.
Acknowledgements
It’s no lie that when I get to the acknowledgments, I’m mentally drained. There are always too many people to thank and not enough ways to say it.
So this time, I’m going to ‘try’ and go with short and sweet.
None of this would be possible without the endless encouragement and support from my family. Hotshot took on a mind of its own towards the middle, which meant longer hours, less patience, and tons of time locked away with only my computer. Thank you for helping me make this possible. I love you.
Beta Readers, once again, you helped me more than words can say. I appreciate your time and honesty. Hopefully, you will enjoy the end product.
There’s a small group of women who keep me going everyday. Through thick and thin, you find a way to lift my spirits, make me laugh, and push me to keep trying. At the same time, you prove how awesome we all can be through support and praise.
Amy, you are such a dear friend of mine and I am grateful from the bottom of my heart for everything you did to get me straightened out. Hope to one day return the favor.
Lisa, I know you’ve wanted to strangle me so many times, but hopefully this puts a smile on your face. Thank you for all that you do.
Kendra and Becky, thank you for your expertise.
FTN Girls~ I appreciate you all for always keeping it real.
Bloggers, you have so many choices who you promote, read, review, and support. This indie community wouldn’t be what it is without your help and hard work. Thank you for taking a chance on me and introducing others to my books.
And finally, to the readers. You have endless options where you spend your time and your money, and I am honored you choose me. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your kind words, reviews, teasers, and emails. Please keep them coming my way!
For anyone I missed, I say this often… I suck! ”
Xoxo
Ahren
About the Author
Ahren spent her formative years living in an active volcano. There her family made collectible lava art. She studied rock collecting at the Sorbonne in France. There she met the love of her life-her pet pig Sybil. She returned to the states and started writing. She is happily married to a guy who used to live under a bridge and she met while pole-dancing. They have one amazing daughter.
Now, meet the real me. I grew up in the south and consider myself a true “Southerner”. Most of the special locations mentioned in my books are reflections of my favorite places. Living on the Florida coast, my family spends a lot time at the beach, which is where I usually can be found with a book in my hand.
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