Page 110 of Accidental Daddy
Font Size:
"I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never doubt it."
"I know that too."
He smiles, that rare genuine smile that transforms his face from dangerous to devastatingly handsome.
"Let's go home, Mrs. Sokolov."
Home. Not the estate in Chicago with its armed guards and panic rooms. Not the penthouse where we spent our first night together. Just home—the farmhouse at the edge of the vineyard,with its creaky floors and sunny kitchen and bedrooms full of children's laughter.
Home, where a former mafia king reads bedtime stories and a former captive plans wine tastings and two little girls are growing up believing that love really does conquer all.
"Let's go home," I agree.
And we do.
Together.
Forever.
