Keeping Promises
One party. One kiss.
That was all it took for Hadley Kincaid to fall into the arms of playboy, Asher Harrington. One night of passion was all it was supposed to be, but two lines and one word are staring back at Hadley, threatening to turn her world upside down: pregnant.
Hadley’s determined to make a life for her and her baby – a life that doesn’t involve Asher. But when her baby daddy is the brother of the man her best friend is about to marry, things get… complicated.
Asher says he wants to be involved, but actions speak louder than words. Can Hadley trust that for once in Asher’s life, he makes a promise he intends to keep especially when there is more than one heart on the line?
Excerpt
“Hi, welcome to Baby Emporium. How can I help you guys today?”
I enjoy a few sips of my smoothie while Hadley introduces herself and tells the salesgirl we need to register.
The girl claps her hands enthusiastically, startling both Hadley and me, and we share a look at her excitement. “Well, first of all, congrats. Do you know what you’re having?”
“No, not yet, but we find out soon.”
“Okay, I just need to get some information, and then I’ll set you up with a registry gun and send you guys off.” Wow, she sounds like she’s shipping us off to war or something.
Ten minutes later, the salesgirl is printing off some paperwork, and we are “officially registered,” ready to start adding things to the list.
“Oh, this is going to be fun. I feel like I’m playing an arcade game.” I hold the registry gun thing up as if I were a cop entering a crime scene, checking for the perp, and shoot, even adding a “pew pew” sound effect.
Hadley shakes her head, taking the gun from my hand. “How about I just hold that for now, and you hold the checklist.”
My shoulders slump. “Yes, Mom.”
She giggles and playfully shoves my arm before walking ahead of me. My eyes can’t help but dip down to her ass. Her now noticeable bump has also accentuated her curves.
I quickly divert my attention down to my smoothie cup when she smiles over her shoulder at me as if she knew what I was doing.
“What’s first on the list?” I glance down, and the first up is feeding. That also happens to be the first section behind the registry desk—how convenient.
“Breastfeed, definitely breastfeed. I’ve read the milk does wonders for the baby.”
“You know if it’s a boy, it might start his obsession with tits early.” While I can’t see her face, I know she just gave me an eye roll. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to be up close and personal with your tits.” I know I would. They’ve gotten more prominent, and every time they’re on display, even though I don’t think she tries to show them off on purpose—it’s more just that they’re, well, there—they make my mouth water.
I’m pretty sure she mutters, “Pig,” under her breath. I abandon the cart and join her at her side as she scans away on items.