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Story: Sleeping with the Frenemy
My heart twinged. I put a hand on his cheek. “Have you heard from your mom?”
“No, but that’s hardly unusual.”
Actually, it was the norm. She skipped our wedding, and she hadn’t even sent a card when Chase’s father died. Now that our son was pushing six months old, Chase thought she might express an interest in meeting him.
So far, though, nothing.
“It doesn’t matter,” Chase said, bringing my hand from his cheek to his lips. “You’re my family. You and the little guy.” He placed a soft kiss on my knuckles. “I love you, Victoria Parker Valenti.”
I reached up and brushed a lock of wavy hair off his forehead. “I love you, too. I’m glad you came back.”
Love and amusement filled his gaze. “Was I worth the wait?”
I rose on my tiptoes. “Every minute,” I whispered, then kissed him.
“No, but that’s hardly unusual.”
Actually, it was the norm. She skipped our wedding, and she hadn’t even sent a card when Chase’s father died. Now that our son was pushing six months old, Chase thought she might express an interest in meeting him.
So far, though, nothing.
“It doesn’t matter,” Chase said, bringing my hand from his cheek to his lips. “You’re my family. You and the little guy.” He placed a soft kiss on my knuckles. “I love you, Victoria Parker Valenti.”
I reached up and brushed a lock of wavy hair off his forehead. “I love you, too. I’m glad you came back.”
Love and amusement filled his gaze. “Was I worth the wait?”
I rose on my tiptoes. “Every minute,” I whispered, then kissed him.