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Sounds promising! And it’s a man that wrote this! I do not stumble across many romance books written by men very often and so far I am totally digging it!

Like the sound of the plot so let’s see where it takes us!

TOO MUCH SPLASHING, SPURTING, STRETCHING AND SMIRKING!

In my heart, I never knew if this day would come. I’d hoped and prayed it would, but to see Marcus and Connor finally let the past go, it’s nothing short of a miracle. For the first time since Connor walked back into my life, my heart is truly full. With my baby doing well, my man by my side and my brother back in my life, it’s hard to imagine it getting any better than this.

Could this night get any worse? I immediately regret the thought, I don’t want to tempt fate into showing me just how much worse this whole thing can get. I don’t want us to lose our baby, or for anything to happen to Lottie.

Then there is something bothering you,”he points at me. “Alright, spill it. Did you have another crazy dream that I was cheating on you? I told you before that it’s not fair to be angry at me for something you dream about. Those hormones are making you all coo-coo.

Come live with me. I don’t want you to stay where you feel lonely and isolated. Besides, I hate every morning that I wake up and don’t roll over to see your face beside me. I can’t stand any distance between us. Move into my place. Our place. Let me take care of you. Let me love you.

I just want to support her in her decision. I’m all about a woman having the right to do with her body what she wants. I don’t want to go buy a big book of baby names and let myself get excited about being a father if she’s ready to run off to a clinic.

I watch her bubble butt grow rounder and even fuller as she eases down beside me.

I still can’t believe he is a Pastor. Marcus. The guy who once lost a game of marbles and bashed his bag of cat eyes and oilies against the winner’s face. I always thought the people who were doing God’s work here were supposed to be more like Mother Teresa and less like mafia thugs.

“Shut up, man,” I rub my hand down the side of my burning face. “I’m just saying, everyone would expect that story from me. But you? Bumping uglies with your old buddy’s sister and getting chased out with a bat?” He laughs so hard he starts to cough. “That shit is priceless.”

I hope that Marcus can forgive Connor for something that happened 14 years ago. Charlotte really needs her brother too during this time!