Page 39 of Sold to the Single Daddies (Southern Heat Reverse Harems #4)

Reagan

I saw Harley off the next day and then went in search of Lucky and the guys.

West had strapped Lucky onto his chest earlier that morning and all four of the males I lived with had trotted happily away with a full diaper bag.

I hadn’t known that sight could be a turn-on until I’d watched Mills pull it over his shoulder.

My mind was full of the things Harley had told me about losing her virginity and of all the worries she had about the auction.

It occurred to me that I’d been lucky I hadn’t had much time to panic.

I’d gone into the auction pretty much blind and I hadn’t been given time to compose a full panic. Just a minor one.

I was also thinking about how Harley had admitted her opinion on the guys had changed.

She no longer wanted to strangle Mills. She’d sat with them the night before and watched them with Lucky and, same as me, had forgotten all her previous misgivings.

I had butterflies in my stomach and clouds in my head as I walked across the ranch.

I was starting to believe that maybe I could have my happy ending, and in a way I’d never dared to expect.

Tate and West had called what we had a relationship.

I still wasn’t sure about Mills but he hadn’t been avoiding me since our night in the field.

He’d been…attentive. Harley had even commented on how much he watched me.

There was hope that maybe I’d have the family I’d always wanted and maybe I’d be able to give Lucky a happy home with his dads.

Jolene walked out of the barn and spotted me. Her face twisted into something worried as she came towards me.

“Just the person I was hoping to see. There’s a cow in the north pasture I’m going out to check on. Want to come with me?”

“Sure thing. As long as you don’t mind waiting while I find Lucky and snuggle him real fast.” I motioned towards the barn and smiled. “Are they in there?”

“Well, Mills is but Tate and West had to run to town to grab—” Jolene was cut off by the sound of a soft feminine giggle. Her frown deepened. “Tate and West went to town to grab something for—”

I missed whatever else Jolene said. A sinking feeling crushed all those butterflies in my stomach as I glanced back toward the house and saw a red sports car. I hadn’t noticed it while telling Harley goodbye but I knew it belonged to the girly laugh coming from the barn.

I wasn’t sure why my stomach was crashing so insanely but as I inched closer to the opening of the barn, I had a lump in my throat and a dangerous feeling closing in over my head.

Whatever I was about to see wasn’t going to be anything I wanted.

Maybe it was the way that laugh fluttered out of the barn, like a caress.

Or maybe it was hearing Lucky’s soft coos right along with it.

Mills had his back to me and his big frame blocked out the woman on the other side of him at first. Lucky was in his carrier, resting by their feet.

Then I watched two skinny arms come up and wrap around Mills’ neck.

He shifted and I could see that she was pressing her body to his from knee to shoulder.

I could also see that it was Melanie Boyd.

My entire body erupted in unpleasant tingles as Mills’ arm came up around her waist. He was hugging her back.

Worse. He was holding her. She lowered one of her hands and brought it around his back and I watched in absolute horror as she pushed a tiny scrap of material into his back pocket.

I twisted away, the low murmur of their voices lost on me.

I was already halfway to the house when I spun back around.

There was no way I was going to let Lucky sit there while Mills hooked up with Melanie. It was disgusting to even think about.

Melanie was already coming out of the barn, eyes bright as she spotted me.

In a tiny jean skirt and a tiny pink tank top, she looked like a sexy farmer Barbie.

Knowing she probably didn’t have panties on, since I figured that’s what she slipped into Mills’ pocket, just made the short skirt even worse.

Had Mills flipped it up and taken her over his desk?

Had that jean skirt just been bunched at her waist while she rode him?

Her face split in a wide smile.

“Oh, hey. You’re still here?”

She had the confidence of a woman who’d just won. All I had was my hurt and anger and dead butterflies. I couldn’t engage with her and expect to make it out with any pride left.

I walked past her and nearly collided with Mills as he was coming out of the barn. He grunted and tried to grab me with the hand not holding Lucky but he let it drop when he saw me wince away from him. I stared at his boots, wondering what they’d just seen, and squeezed my eyes shut.

“I came to get Lucky.”

“What’s wrong?” Mills sounded genuinely confused and it raked up and down my spine that he could play so innocent.

I glanced over my shoulder at Melanie getting into her car and let out a bitter laugh.

“How’s Melanie?”

Mills grunted. “You’re mad that Melanie was here?”

I jerked my gaze up to his and found him smirking. He thought it was a joke, clearly. He didn’t look bothered, or busted, at all.

“Did you fuck her in front of Lucky?”

Seeing his head snap back and his smirk die should’ve been pleasing but it wasn’t. The confusion and then anger that fell over his face just made me angrier.

“I’m sorry? Did you just ask me if I fucked Melanie in front of our son?”

“I did. And I’m still waiting for an answer.”

“Are you nuts?” He put Lucky down beside us and grabbed my upper arms to lightly shake me. “Is this a joke? You can’t seriously be accusing me of fucking Melanie.”

“I saw the two of you! She had her hands all over you and you were holding her. You have her underwear in your pocket, for god’s sake! Don’t lie to me.” I growled as tears pricked the back of my eyes. “I don’t have any say over who you fuck but I don’t want it happening in front of Lucky.”

“Her underwear?” Mills reached back and pulled out a tiny red thong. He dropped it as soon as he saw it and swore.