No Simple Lie (McQuaid Brothers #3)

by Samantha Christy

“Oh, my God. You really are a monster. You’d keep him from me out of spite? And of course he looks like Brian, we planned it that way.”

“Perhaps I wanted you to have those last moments with him. See what you’ll be missing when we go before the judge with evidence of your ill-fated attempt at manipulation and he terminates any and all visitation.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“You’re forgetting who and what we are. You think whoring yourself out to get to live in a nice house and afford an expensive attorney will help you?”

“We know everything, Dakota. We know you’re living here rent-free. We know you can’t afford someone like Karl Wheeler. And who do you think you’re fooling, pretending to be a sophisticated CPA for a multi-million-dollar corporation? So who exactly are you fucking to make all this happen?”

holy shit call the cops and your lawyer

“It seems you’ll stop at nothing, Dakota. You should know, neither will we. And given who you are and what you’re up against, honestly, do you think you even have a chance? So enjoy these last few visits. Because I predict you’ll never see him again. And don’t think of doing anything crazy like running off with him. We have people watching.”

“It’s a shame really, a boy that young first being ripped away from his mother and then being shipped off to a school to be raised by strangers. Who knows what happens behind closed doors. Especially when a child that age misbehaves. I’ve already seen signs of it, him lashing out. He’s going to be a feral one that boy. The discipline will do him good.”

“You know!” I yell. “You know he’s not Brian’s. You’ve known all along, haven’t you? All of this is to punish me. Punish a little boy who is innocent in all of this.”

“Get off my property!”

“As it’s not yours, you really have no right to order me to do anything, dear. We hold the cards. All of them.”

“I believe the lady asked you to leave.”

“Your name, you inconsiderate shit. What’s your name?”

“McQuaid. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“McQuaid.” She stares at him and scoffs. “So I was right. You’ve made her your whore. Given her a job. Funded her legal battles.” She laughs. ...

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but if you think you can beat my family, go ahead and try. We’ll take you down with one hand tied behind our backs.” He pulls out his phone. “Now I suggest you get off her property in the next ten seconds or be thrown in jail for trespassing.”

My hero

“I’ve said what I came to say. And believe me, even if you had the authority to get me arrested, I’d be out in hours, and the first thing I’d do is have the judge rescind all visitation. So, I don’t give a fuck what your last name is, back off or she’ll never see her son again.”

The way she sees me. It’s different. It’s unlike how any other woman has ever seen me. I’m a different man around her. I’m a better man for her.

“Let me fucking love you, Gator Girl.”

“Most women will never experience female ejaculation. And the majority who do can only achieve it through the use of sex toys.”

“Give this to your lawyer. Ethan Stone is a private investigator. I’ve used him for years. He may have information that will help seal the deal and make sure your son is placed back in his rightful spot—with you.

Crossover character

“Stop playing stupid. Are you even a mom? Maybe Travis isn’t your son at all. Maybe he’s an actor playing a part and you’re just some whore with a sob story Tucker picked up off the street.”

No ooo Hudson!!!!!

“Ten years ago, your grandfather hired me to track down every vial of sperm you donated.”

I swallow hard as my brain catches up to his words. I think I know what he’s going to say next, but until he says it, it’s not real. Until he says it, I can stand here in denial that some idiotic thing I did ten years ago got me into a hell of a situation today.

I pace the floor and Holland’s words float through my head. He’s got your nose.

“Five and a half years ago, Brian Daniels and his wife, Dakota, purchased the sole remaining vial of your sperm which resulted in the live birth of one Travis Daniels.”

I have a son. And he’s Dakota’s kid. And I met him.

“This is going to shock you. I just found out about it an hour ago and haven’t quite wrapped my mind around it myself. It’s unbelievable in the oddest of ways.”

“Because I fucking love you, Gator Girl. Because I love your strength and your resilience. I love that you dove right into a job you didn’t think you deserved and proved to everyone you did belong there. I love that you took the chance because it was the only way you knew to get your kid back. I love that you love him enough to do anything for him. I love that you never saw me as a guy with money, but as a neighbor who had to earn your respect. And I swear to God, even though I’ve only met him twice, I knew in my soul that Travis and I had some connection. And I promise, if you’ll let me, I’ll love him too. I’ll love both of you. I’ll love you as hard as I fucking can for as long as you’ll fucking let me.”

“Would you be spooked if you found out Travis was going to have a sibling?”

“I told you, all the donations were accounted for. Travis was the only one.”

“That’s not what I mean.” She bites her lip and looks do...

My heart races. Hell, it thunders. It all but explodes. ...

“I’m pregnant. I didn’t know until a few days ago. Hudson, I swear I didn’t do it to trap you. I was on the pill. If anyone is at fault it’s you ...