Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Reaching out instinctively, I wiped the drool away, utterly captivated by the tiny person in front of me. So captivated, in fact, that I didn’t hear the door open again, didn’t register the sound of voices calling out greetings, and didn’t sense the shift in the air—at least, not until I finally looked up.
And locked eyes with the last person I wanted to see.
Roque Edwards stood just inside the doorway, his gaze locked onto me, expression unreadable.
And the way he was looking at me was going to be a problem.
For a moment, the world shrank down to the unwanted, infuriatingly familiar presence standing in the doorway.
Roque Edwards.
I hadn’t seen him since discovering the cruel trick the universe had played by making us neighbors, and I’d done an excellent job of avoiding him until now.
There he was, standing in my salon like he had every right to be there, looking entirely too calm for someone who had just shattered the one place I thought I’d be safe from him.
His eyes flicked down to Elora in my arms before returning to my face, something unreadable passing through them. The weight of his gaze did annoying things to my stomach, and I hated that he still had that effect on me.
No, absolutely not. Not today. Not ever.
I swallowed down my irritation, my grip tightening slightly around Elora as if the baby could physically anchor me in place.
I lifted my chin, channeling all my focus into not reacting, not caring, and, most importantly, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how much his presence irritated me.
“Well, don’t you look cozy?” he mused, nodding toward the baby in my arms.
“Roque.” His name left my lips flatly, utterly devoid of any warmth.
“Sayla.” His voice, on the other hand, carried way too much amusement, like he was enjoying this more than he should.
Evie, bless her oblivious heart, beamed as she turned toward her brother. “Hey, you made it! I wasn’t sure if you’d be back in time.”
Back in time? Back in time for what?
Before I could demand an explanation, Roque strolled forward, hands in his pockets, eyes still locked on me like he was waiting for me to crack.
Like hell.
I glanced down at Elora, who had completely betrayed me by curling into my chest, one tiny fist gripping my shirt like she’d claimed me as her favorite person. I was supposed to be giving off aloof and indifferent, but instead, I looked like a gushing, lovesick idiot cradling the cutest baby on the planet.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t you have something better to do?”
His smirk deepened. “Nope.”
Of course not.
Still unaware she’d just walked us into a war zone, Evie rocked back on her heels. “Since you’re both here, I should mention—I want to do a small get-together this weekend. Just family and close friends so everyone can meet Elora properly.”
My stomach dropped.
Roque grinned. Like he already knew what I was going to say.
“No.” I shook my head quickly. “Nope. Not happening.”
Evie frowned. “What? Why?”
I opened my mouth, grasping for a reasonable excuse, but Roque beat me to it.
“She’s just worried she won’t be able to resist me if we’re in the same space for too long,” he said smoothly, crossing his arms like the absolute menace he was.
I nearly dropped the baby. The pure, unfiltered audacity of this man.
Evie snorted, covering her mouth, but her shoulders shook with silent laughter.
I sucked in a slow breath through my nose, forcing a tight smile. “I’d rather lick a public toilet seat.”
“Sayla,” Evie scolded, but she was still laughing.
Not helping.
Roque’s lips twitched. “So, you’re saying there’s a chance.”
I wished the only thing I had to throw at him wasn’t a gorgeous little baby. Instead, I shifted Elora slightly, kissing the top of her tiny head as if that was my entire focus and not murdering the man in front of me.
Evie sighed dramatically. “Look, I know you two have your… thing.”
“We don’t have a thing,” I cut in.
“You absolutely have a thing,” she corrected, ignoring my death glare. “But for one night, can we all just pretend to be functional adults and celebrate the newest addition to the family?”
Roque turned to me, lifting an eyebrow. “Well? Can you be a functional adult, Sayla?”
I wanted to punch him in the teeth.
Instead, I pasted on the sweetest, most insincere smile I could muster. “I’ll be there,” I assured sweetly, then added, “I just hope your house isn’t mysteriously set on fire before then.”
Roque chuckled the deep, infuriatingly attractive laugh that made me hate him more.
Evie sighed, clearly regretting every life decision that had led her to be trapped between us. Elora, however, yawned in my arms and curled in closer. At least one Edwards wasn’t an absolute pain in my ass.
Chapter 3
Sayla
Moving into my dream home was supposed to be a fresh start. It was supposed to be a place of peace, a sanctuary from bad decisions, questionable life choices, and men with smug smiles that made my blood pressure spike. Then Roque moved in across the street. And just like that, my fresh start felt more like a sick joke the universe was playing on me.