Chapter 39 If my girlfriend wasn’t already the most sought after interior designer in Dublin, I’d have hired someone to come in and kit out the nursery with the best that money can buy. Instead, I sent Belle out for as many parenting books as she could find on her
Chapter 38 Despite my intentions to take things slowly with Cole, I am falling hard and fast for my charming, charismatic, and frankly fit as fuck baby daddy. Being with him feels so… right. Which is why I’ve slept in his bed every night for the past seven nights, swinging
Chapter 37 The amount of times I’ve fantasised about having Irish in my bed over the past five months is frankly embarrassing. Now that she’s here, spread out naked across the Egyptian cotton sheets, her stomach swollen with my baby—I can’t fucking believe it. I gave her the tour of
Chapter 36 Unfortunately, Cole doesn’t eat me out on the table for dessert. My guess is because he wants to make sure I go home with him. He needn’t have worried. I’m desperate to find out everything about the man who fathered my baby. The man who’s one of America’s
Chapter 35 The Shelbourne doesn’t have a patch on any of the Hartmann Hotels, but it has a certain appeal—old-world elegance wrapped in Irish charm. And it’s neutral territory for both of us. While I’m determined to finish what I started in the limo, I’m equally determined to convince my
Chapter 34 ‘Do I look okay?’ I ask Nico for the twentieth time, fluffing my hair. I got a blow out at lunch time—big bouncing curls that rest just above my breasts. ‘No, honey, you don’t look okay.’ His eyes rove over my outfit—I showered and changed into a little
Chapter 33 I’m analysing data from the Vegas casino when an email pings up on my screen that makes me almost choke on my coffee. ZaraBeckett@BeckettDeluxeDesignAgency.com Thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful. Though Nico is certain you’re compensating for something.; ) I’m working late this evening, so if you
Chapter 32 I ask Tate and Felstead to take me straight home instead of back to the office. Nico is vibrating with the need for answers from the back of the SUV, but he’ll have to wait. Felstead cannot know about this. So instead, we sit in stilted silence in
Chapter 31 Watching Irish—Zara—walk out of my hotel feels so fucking wrong, but I can’t terrify her with my intensity on the first day I found her—or rather, she found me. I ride the lift up to my office. Belle looks at me curiously as I step out. ‘How did
Chapter 30 This is completely surreal. And I’m not sure if his need to claim me, and our child, is hot as fuck, or horrifying. Given the throbbing sensation between my legs, I think it’s the former. My treacherous body wants him to take me right here, right now, and
Chapter 29 ‘Irish.’ The name drips from my tongue like molten lava. The woman I’ve spent the past few weeks scouring the city for is standing in my office. The woman I’ve been pining for since she snuck out of my suite all those months ago. And her name is
Chapter 28 The days have somehow slipped into weeks, and before I know it, it’s the end of May. I’m eighteen weeks pregnant. Almost halfway there. And according to Nico, I’ve finally hit my “glowing goddess era p> He and I are eating lunch at the Beckett Deluxe Design studio,
Chapter 27 The jet dips lower through a blanket of pewter clouds looming over the brooding Irish sky as I take in the cabin around me. My jet—Hartmann Hotel’s company jet—is more like a penthouse than an aircraft. Two cream leather sofas face each other across a polished walnut aisle.
Chapter 26 A stunned silence follows. ‘You’re what?’ Killian growls, his fist banging on the table. My mother gasps, rubbing the space over her heart as the colour drains from her face. My father, in contrast, is turning an awful shade of purple as he chokes out a strangled sound
Chapter 25 It’s been four and a half weeks since Dr Tessa confirmed my pregnancy. Four and a half weeks of adjusting to the fact I’m sharing my body with a tiny human being. My tiny human being. Four and a half weeks of trying to accept that I am
Chapter 24 My hand slowly reaches for my stomach. There’s a baby in there. A real fucking baby. Dr Tessa picks up the phone on her desk and hits a button. ‘Bring in some sweet tea for two, please.’ She places it back in the receiver and turns to me.
Chapter 23 I jolt upright like someone’s taken a defibrillator to my chest. One violent, bone-deep shock tears me out of sleep. My heart is hammering. My palms are slick. Every instinct in me—the same instincts that have saved my ass in boardrooms and back alleys—screams that something just… shifted.
Chapter 22 The drive back into Dublin feels like it takes hours, even though it’s barely twenty minutes. Every street we pass blurs at the edges. My thoughts are loud enough to drown out the radio, Tate’s intermittent talking, and the low rumble of the SUV. Pregnant. The word sits
Chapter 21 With its gleaming white render, clean architectural lines, and windows so wide they practically inhale the Irish Sea, Savannah Kingsley’s house looks like a billionaire Barbie Dreamhouse. We pull into her long driveway and up to the front door. Tate is driving. I’m in the passenger seat. Nico
Chapter 20 The Red Velvet Bar at the Bellagio is one of the most opulent rooms in Vegas—velvet banquettes, gold-leaf ceilings, and a chandelier so big, if it ever falls, the entire continent would shake. I don’t own the place, and I like drinking here for that exact reason. Sometimes