Page 37 of The Hard Choice


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Shit.

He was doomed.

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“Your daddy is acting weird,”Genevieve whispered to Amelie as she patted her back, waiting for that loud burp she knew was coming.

Thank goodness Corey remembered the burp cloth because she would’ve been sporting a nice chunk of spit-up otherwise. Amelie never failed to spit up. She could burp with the best of them.

“But, I’ll take it. More time with my favorite girl.” And her sexy daddy, but she’d keep that to herself. Amelie didn’t understand her yet, but still. No need to corrupt a baby.

Not to mention, he was engaged. That was something she shouldn’t forget, and sadly, over the last three weeks, she had. Fantasizing about a man she had no right fantasizing about.

Of course, she had yet to see said fiancée since she knocked on her door threatening her. That was odd. Well, not that odd. She wasn’t with Corey for a long period of time. Most likely Detective Stileano didn’t want to be around her while she visited Amelie.

It was for the best.

Not thinking about Corey in any sexual manner was for the best as well.

One, he was engaged.

Two, he had a baby with her best friend.

Both very good reasons why she had to keep her distance and remain friends. Or friendly. Cordial with each other.

A loud burp erupted from Amelie along with her usual spit-up.

“That’s my girl. Good job, sweetie pie.” She sat Amelie on her lap, holding her upright. “That feels better, doesn’t it? You know what’s coming next. Tummy time.”

“I swear she’s going to crawl soon.”

She twitched at his voice returning to the room but managed not to do a full jump and embarrass herself.

“Pretty soon we’ll have a toddler on our hands,” she said with a laugh, making a funny face at Amelie.

Then her words sunk in as a weird, icky silence filled the room.

“I mean, you’ll have a toddler on your hands.” She cleared her throat, refusing to look at him to see the irritation he most likely sported.

Amelie wasn’t hers, no matter how much she wanted it to be true. Seriously, she wasn’t ready for a full-time baby. She had no idea why she thought she would be in the first place.

“So, the pizza should be here within the hour.”

She nodded, yet still couldn’t look at him. Her attention drifted toward her right when she saw him laying a blanket down near the pack-n-play. She couldn’t hold it in any longer, her gaze tore away from the blanket to him, groaning internally at his scrumptious ass on display.

No, no, no. No naughty thoughts.

She looked at Amelie and stuck her tongue out as she made a silly face. Amelie smiled, her little hand in her mouth, gnawing away. She had one small tooth peeking out. The way she was attacking her hand made Genevieve think the other front tooth would be making its appearance soon.

“She sleeping okay?” Genevieve asked as she stood up, walking toward the blanket that was laid out so pretty.

It was light pink with tones of soft brown with pretty violet and fuchsia-colored flowers sprinkled around. So beautiful. Corey already had the circle around the number six, ready for Amelie to take her picture.

She shifted her attention to Corey who looked at her with the oddest expression. Not quite irritated, but not quite happy. It was hard to decipher what he was thinking.

Probably that she should be minding her own business. Just because he was letting her stay a bit longer tonight didn’t mean they were friends.

“She’s chewing on her hand. I thought maybe she’s teething again.”

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