Page 19 of Sins of the Father

“Why?” Jamison asks. “What else do you have going on?”

Way to make me look like a total loser in front of “Mr. I Have My Life Together.”

You have no job and are almost out of money. You are a loser.

“I’ll stay at your place in New York,” I quickly reply.

“You can’t. Valeria’s shooting a few scenes from the movie she’s producing there.”

“In your house?”

A smile erupts on his face. “Yeah. It’s one of Quinn’s novels.”

“What?” Steven and I both blurt out and stare at Quinn.

She beams. “We’ll see how it does.”

“Quinn, why didn’t you tell me? This is awesome news. I’m so happy for you,” Steven says.

She shrugs. “It’s an independent film, so it could be a flop.”

“It’s not going to be,” Jamison insists. “So back to Hope. I think it’s best if you stay in Chicago at our place.”

“I don’t know the city and—”

“I’ll help you,” Steven volunteers.

My heart beats faster. I tilt my head up.

His blue eyes flicker. “I know the city. Plus, I haven’t seen a lot of Hope lately.” He breaks our gaze and takes her from Quinn. “What do you think, sweetie? Want Uncle Steven to take care of you with Auntie Harper?”

Flutters go crazy in my stomach.

He’s adorable with Hope.

So we’re going to spend all week together?

It doesn’t matter. He’s way out of your league, and you don’t need a fling with Quinn’s brother.

“That’s perfect.” Quinn beams.

Jamison pats him on the back. “Thanks.” He looks at me. “You’re out of excuses. Steven will make sure you have whatever you need while we’re gone. You can get to know the city and fall in love so you move here.”

“Fall in love?” Scorching heat fills my face.

“Yeah, Chicago is amazing. Once you get to know it, you’ll feel right at home. And nothing is holding you in New York.”

The city, you moron, not with the hot stud standing next to you.

“Fine. I’ll stay in Chicago for the week. I need a drink.” I spin and go to the bar, embarrassed my life is so messed up.

I can’t blame Jamison and Quinn for not wanting me to take Hope to my apartment. It isn’t the safest neighborhood, and there are times I’m scared to be there.

The bartender comes over, and I order a glass of cabernet.

“Did I overstep?” a deep voice asks, and shivers run down my spine as the delicious scent of leather, roasted almonds, and a hint of lavender hits my nose.

This guy is like a walking billboard forplease bend me over and take me however you want.

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