Page 81 of Our Unexpected Beginning
She wanted to play at the club again, then they were going to play.
He’d noticed she’d inverted her activities the past few weeks and it didn’t sit well with him. She didn’t have to be sunshine and roses all the time, but he knew it wasn’t like her to hole away from their friends just because he’d returned for good. She wasn’t the type of woman to cling to her boyfriend.
After Graham had gone to the police and added the information he knew about the reporter Christian Michaels, he pressed stalking charges and was granted a restraining order for both of them and the baby when the time came.
With Julia by his side, he went to court and severed all legal ties to his father, wanting nothing more to do with it and put an end to any further claims or nuisances.
The men returned to the group. Graham came up behind Julia and wrapped his arms around her middle. “Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?”
Julia giggled, wiggling her ass against his crotch as she preened. “There’s no limit so a girl doesn’t mind hearing it.”
He growled lowly against her neck. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.” He pulled her toward the bench and sat down. Spreading his thighs wide to allow her to sit in front of him.
Graham laced his fingers beneath her belly and lifted. She instantly melted into him and rested against his chest.
“You’re going to spoil a girl.” She hummed, swaying subtly to the music coming from the club speakers.
“Oh. Oh no,” he whispered mockingly in her ear. “You’ve found out my evil plan.” She placed her hands over his and rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand.
“Spoil please.”
They whispered quietly as the group milled around. Graham hadn’t realized that he’d missed the club atmosphere and the company of their friends. He was glad to be home and looked forward to whatever lay ahead.
Graham was now back at the garage part time with a hefty lump in his account from Alex. Along with an open invitation to join them anytime next season.
“My aunt called me. She’s going to meet us at the house to get the crib.” Graham heard the tension in her voice. He pressed a soothing kiss to her shoulder.
“Okay. How is she doing?”
“Good, she said her and mom had a long talk.” She shrugged. “Not sure what good that will do. But that’s not my business anymore.”
Wes joined them in the pit and crooked his finger at Melody. She hurried over to him, her teeth firmly in her bottom lip.
“Whatcha doin’, buttercup?”
“Nothing, Daddy.”
“You sure ’bout that? You were supposed to be resting this afternoon and not running around.”
“But-”
Wes put his hand under Melody’s chin, angling her jaw up until she had to stretch on her tiptoes. “Why is my little girl supposed to be resting?”
“Because Dr. Schmidt said if I didn’t I was going to stress my knee before the muscle fully healed.”
“Were you resting today like you promised?”
“No, Sir.”
Julia winced in Graham’s arms, knowing the pang of regret Melody was about to feel. Wes had told him about Melody’s high school volleyball injury that resulted in three operations to repair.
“What happens to little girls who lie, Melody?”
“They end up on the punishment horse.” She mumbled.
Wes cleared his throat, his dark brow rose sharply.
“With a very sore butt, Sir.”
