Chapter FIFTEEN-AVERY

“Sleepy, Mama,” Rosie murmured as Dante carried her to the bed.

I smiled and walked behind them, cooing to her softly.

“I know, Baby Girl. Sleep now,” I said in a hushed tone as he lay her down gently.

He was such a sweet man.

The way he handled my daughter—so tender and careful—was enough to make me swoon.

And I meant really swoon, like a heroine in one of those romance novels I was constantly reading. The kind who clutched her chest and fanned herself whenever the hero was in sight.

He was just so, so everything.

Dante Bianco, the enigma of a man, was surprisingly paternal for someone who’d never had a family of his own.

A single man who’d never even dated a woman, at least as far as I knew.

Well, I mean, he’d been a virgin before we slept together, so I was pretty confident he hadn’t gone out with a lot of women, specifically single moms.

The thought of that—of how he’d saved himself, even unintentionally—brought a flush to my cheeks.