Chapter TWO-AVERY

The memory replayed itself in my head and I wished like hell it wouldn’t, but there it was. Plain as day.

I laid Rosie down on a makeshift bed of a couple of hay bales and a thick, cozy blanket. Having a wedding in a barn had its advantages, I supposed, and I grinned as I smiled at my baby girl.

Ever since I knew she existed, she’d stolen my heart. I’d do anything for her. Anything at all.

But just lately I’d been feeling restless. A longing for something else in my life. And of course, that made me feel guilty.

“She looks like an angel,” a deep voice said beside me, and my whole body shivered in response.

“Thanks. I mean, I like to think so,” I said, agreeing with Dante.

His big body always felt so warm when he stood next to me, and I turned slightly so I could see his handsome face.

He always had just a smattering of scruff lining his cheeks and defining that strong jaw of his and my fingers itched to touch it.

I’d been denying it, but I had it bad for the man.