Calamity Rayne Back Again

by Lydia Michaels

Call me Cleopatra, because I was queen of d’Nile and I refused to accept we had no other choice but the two huge decisions before me.

We held a polite conversation throughout dinner, but once we were on our way home the same lopsided awareness returned. I was pretty sure I was crazy. What sane woman took issue with living in her boyfriend’s mansion, passing her days poolside with her best friend, and having incredible sex each night? Me, that’s who. Letting out a sigh, I made the huge mistake of muttering, “Maybe we shouldn’t have moved in together so soon.” The air in the car chilled as Hale regarded me. “I beg your pardon?” “Never mind.” Ugh. Can open, worms everywhere. Why the hell did I say that? He scowled the rest of the way home and wasn’t it just perfect Brynlee was there to greet us at the door? “How was dinner?” she chirped. God, go home. I forced a smile and made my way up the stairs.

His posture was casual as he eyed me, long, fit body leaning against the bar. “I needed a nanny to see to my daughter’s well-being and comfort. I don’t need anyone but you seeing to mine.”

“I love you, Hale.” He brushed his mouth over mine. “I love you, too, baby.”