Page 34 of Sins of the Father

“See what you did now?” Beth accuses.

“Don’t you dare—”

“Stop, both of you!” Quinn demands.

Silence, except for Hope’s little sobs.

Quinn holds out her hand. “Give it to me.”

Steven gasps in horror.

Beth smirks at Steven and places it in her palm. “Your father thought long and hard about what to get—”

Quinn rolls down the window and tosses it out.

“Quinn!” Beth scolds.

“Nothing is ruining my day.” She holds out her fist to Steven, and he gapes at her. “You going to leave a bride hanging?”

He chuckles and bumps her fist with his.

“Now, stop crying my baby girl.” Quinn stretches her arms, and Hope clutches her pinky.

“I don’t know why you two—”

“Leave it, Mom,” Steven warns.

She purses her lips and looks out the window.

Steven takes a deep breath, but his thigh is still twitching. His hand is on it, and I put mine next to his so our pinky’s touch.

While his mom pouts and Quinn focuses on Hope, we sneak a glance at one another. I don’t know what is going on or the story behind their father. All I know is he isn’t a permanent fixture in their life, and Steven is walking Quinn down the aisle. But I see the pain and stress in his eyes.

I offer him a small smile and stroke his finger with mine. His eyes change, and he swallows hard. The expressionless face returns, and I don’t know how to take it. It’s like he’s analyzing me. I don’t know whether to be offended or not. Nerves flutter in my belly.

The car parks and the driver opens the door. Quinn unlatches Hope and gets out first. Beth follows. Steven puts his hand on my back and motions for me to go.

I start to move off the seat but stop. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yep. Just another typical move on my mom’s part. Well, my sperm donor’s, too.”

I open my mouth but shut it, not sure what I should say.

“You really do look beautiful.”

“Thank you. So do you.”

“It’s the tux.” He winks.

Nope. It’s everything about you.

How is it possible for a guy to be so sexy?

I step out of the limo, and he places his hand on my lower back and escorts me inside. I lean into him and try to pry myself away from him, but my body doesn’t cooperate. It molds next to his as if we’re yin and yang.

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