No Knight (My Kind of Hero #3) Read Online Donna Alam

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: My Kind of Hero Series by Donna Alam
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Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 612(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
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“What made you change your mind?” Before I know what I’m doing, I reach out and touch a lock of her dark, silky hair. I’m not sure that was the original plan, as in my mind’s eye, I slide that thin strap from her shoulder and press my lips there. Oops. Let’s stay in instead.

As her chest expands with a deep inhale, I remember I asked her a question. What was it again?

“I guess it’s just time.”

Right. Yes. Agreed. It’s time for things to change.

Dave, our driver for tonight, texts me when he arrives. In one of the company Bentley SUVs.

“Car’s here,” I say, sliding my phone away.

I’m not one to use a driver usually. That’s more Oliver’s, and sometimes Fin’s, style. They like to be ferried about and profess to work as the driver drives. Me, I consider driving my thinking time. Tonight, I won’t be driving, but I’ll be thinking plenty. I’ll be trying to work out the reason she’s by my side tonight. Because it’s surely something less vague than it just being time she met my friends.

Time. I worry it’s been working against us. I’ve been desperate to fix things between us and concerned that, if I don’t fix them before the baby arrives—if I don’t get Ryan to see what she means to me, and how good we could be—I’ll blow my chance at happiness. Because when he’s here, our babe, the variables will change. It’ll be a whole new wonderful and frightening game where he’ll be our focus, as it should be.

I can’t wait to see love shining from her as she holds our babe in her arms. But children change a person, they shift priorities. Realities. They bring love, yeah, but they also expose you to new fears. They take up so much time and space in your house and your car and your brain. And I just want to see a flicker of that love in her eyes for me. Before the whirlwind arrives and we get lost in it.

In my heart and in my soul, I need this. I long to spend my life complaining about her being a bed hog, and teasing that she steals all the blankets during her crocodilian death rolls. I want to see her lift her eyes from her screen at the end of the day, all shy smiles as she realizes I’ve been watching her. I want our clothes hanging in the same closet, her lotions and potions littering the bathroom vanity. I want to complain about the shoes she leaves everywhere and have the right to tease her eternally for owning a million hair ties while never being able to find a single one.

Love fills my heart—it pumps through my veins and is embedded in my tissues. In muscle, in sinew, in bone. I want our baby. I want our life together. I want her love.

She already has mine.

“I’ll get my coat.” Ryan makes to move before pausing. She glances down to where my fingers have looped her wrist.

I want to tell her. Say the words, I love you, Ryan. Do you think you could love me? “You’ve got a bit of . . .”

She inhales a tiny, shaking breath as my hand rises, as I press my finger to her bared collarbone. She’s all dark eyes and fluttering lashes as I draw it across that delicate wing.

“Something sparkly, see?” I pull that finger away, holding it up for her to examine. Maybe because I’m a chickenshit. Or maybe that wasn’t the point—maybe it was a test administered without my full consciousness. The proof in her shaking breaths that something has turned.

Where the hell are they taking us?

Dave drops us off at the address Fin supplied, along with the advice that Evie had planned the night. Fin, as our company cruise director, has been just about everywhere that’s fun. It’s literally his job to know all the hot spots, the places to entertain billionaires from every nation. Cruise director, director of client relations. Same same.

In other words, feck knows what we’re in for if he’s not in charge.

“Through here, apparently.” I push open an ancient-looking gate that leads to a courtyard of ancient cobblestone.

“It’s kind of atmospheric,” Ryan murmurs, her eyes shining in the moonlight.

“If by atmospheric you mean as spooky as shit, yeah.”

“Oh!”

“Careful.” I catch her as she wobbles, heels and cobblestones not being the best combination. “Can I?” I don’t really wait as I settle my arm around her back. My heart stills, lifting in its cavity as she slides me a soft smile and leans into me.

In that instant, I see us forty years from now. My arms still around her for practicality. For safety. For love. And always because of her tempting curves.

“Was that your stomach?” she asks, half laughing.

“It was singing to you.” Her expression is so feckin’ cute. “And I’m starvin’.”


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