Nine Month Contract (Mountain Men Matchmaker, #1)

by Amy Daws

If I’m ever fatherly to her, it sure as fuck better be in a sexy daddy sort of way.

“Trust me, I can handle each bit of you every day of the week and twice on Sundays.”

“But if you need to hear it...you’re beautiful pregnant, not pregnant, stretch marks, no stretch marks. If I passed you in a bar somewhere in Denver, I would definitely moo.”

My mood has been in the dumps for the past week, and every time I have depressive episodes, food is the last thing I want to touch.

“You’re playing defense for something that isn’t even a game.” He swallows and turns to look at me. “This is real life.”