Page 33 of Sins of the Father

I make myself smile. “Thanks. You look nice, too.”

That’s the biggest understatement I’ve ever made.

He doesn’t speak and continues looking at me with his neutral expression I can’t seem to figure out, but like the previous night, it sends my hormones in overdrive.

“Should we go?”

He finally nods and motions for me to go first.

Two limos are waiting on the curb. Since I was the last to leave, there’s only room in the one Quinn and Steven are taking. He puts his hand on my back to get in, and zings rush through my body.

I slide into the seat with Hope. Steven sits next to me, his leather, roasted almonds, and hint of lavender scent turn my insides to Jell-O. His muscular quads press against my thigh. Quinn and their mom, Beth, sit across from us.

Hope reaches for Steven. “Can I hold her a minute?”

“Of course.” I hand her to him, and her face lights up.

“Hey, baby girl. Don’t you look pretty?”

She holds both his cheeks and giggles.

He kisses her then hands her back to me to put in the car seat. “Are you nervous, Quinn?”

“Nope.”

“That’s good. Guess I won’t have to keep the car running?”

I elbow him.

“Hey.” He laughs. “I was only joking.”

“Jamie would be devastated.”

“No worries, Harper. There’s no runaway bride here,” Quinn assures us.

Beth puts her hand on Quinn’s arm. “Honey, I have something for you, and I didn’t know when to give it to you, but I think now might be a good time.”

“What is it?”

She pulls out a small white box wrapped in a Cartier ribbon.

Steven stiffens.

“Your father—”

“Are you kidding me?” Steven growls.

The muscle in his thigh twitches, and I put my hand on it to calm him.

Beth jerks her head toward him and glares. “Don’t ruin this for your sister.”

“How dare you bring that man into Quinn’s day.”

“He’s her father, too—”

“He’s a sperm donor,” Steven barks.

Hope scrunches her face and wails.

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