Eli Bell is the only son of a police chief inspector and a forensic scientist. He's grown up wonky in a world that only deals with the straight and narrow -- and his new boyfriend isn't helping. Rob Hawkes is six feet of muscle, tattoos, and arrest warrants. A career criminal and a former guest of Her Majesty's Prison Service, he'd rather hit Eli's parents than sit down to dinner with them. One wrong move, and Rob could destroy Eli -- and his family -- without a second thought. But this isn't what it looks like. Rob's not in control here -- and Eli's the one to blame.

What It Looks Like

“Jenny wanted to make sure you’re alright,” Eli said, “and Mum and Dad wanted to talk to you.”


“Why.”Rob’s voice was hard as stone, and Danny’s face matched.


“Because I’ve just had a gorgeous little boy, safely, thanks to you, instead of being attacked and maybe losing him in a dirty car park,” she said snottily. “So shut up and meet your new nephew.”


“My—what? He ain’t my nephew,” Rob said, his voice slurring again.


“He’s mine, though,” Eli said, “which means he might as well be yours.” He kissed the top of Rob’s head, and grudgingly accepted the baby, cradling him against his chest so Rob could see


The baby squirmed and opened a tiny maw of a mouth to mewl quietly before cuddling into Rob’s hospital gown and, apparently, going back to sleep.


“It’s fuckin’ tiny,” Danny said, awed.


Chapter 92