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The redhead rises to her knees, then scoots toward ers work at the buttons of my shirt Once it’s bared, she leans in to place a kiss on the center of my chest

My cock stirs, springing back to life, and I disconnect the call

Joslyn is forgotten

For the tiCHAPTER 2Joslyn“Kynan’s done well for himself,” I murmur to Rachel as we pull into the driveway of a er than my house, which says a lot as mine sits at just over seven-thousand square feet of useless-to-me space

“That he has,” she replies as she puts her Maserati Quattroporte in park and cuts the engine

I don’t make any move to open the door Neither does Rachel My heart is pounding at the prospect of seeing Kynan again after all these years, but this isn’t as scary as what happened last night Unconsciously, I bring ers to my throat and skim over the purple bruises there

“How old is your kid?” I ask, turning slightly toward her She blinks in surprise, but I throw a thumb over my shoulder to the car seat in the back

“He’ll be six months on the twenty-third”

I do a quick calculation in“He was almost a Christmas baby then”

“Yup” She laughs “Bodie, my husband, insisted we make Kris his middle name in honor of the holidays”

Kris Kringle Cute “What’s his first name?”

“Anthony, but we call him Tony”

Traditional “Family name?”

She shakes her head with a laugh “No We named him after Tony Stark”

“You’re kidding me?”