Reckless (Chestnut Springs, #4)

by Elsie Silver

“Call your dog off, Eaton.” She keeps walking, only addressing Rhett, like I’m not even here. But goddamn, I love a challenge. I turn with a loud, “Woof!” as I watch her petite frame slip into the bright light of the warm, bustling house. Rhett is laughing. At me. Not with me. “You’re an idiot, Theo.”

“Watch your fucking tone when you’re talking to the mother of my child.”

“Da!” My head snaps back to Vivi, who is pointing at me. “Dadadadada.” “Did she just say ‘dad’?”