Fortune's Little Heartbreaker by Cindy Kirk

Author:Cindy Kirk
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

After making sure his tie was precisely knotted, Oliver strode down the hall. When he reached the living room, he came to an abrupt stop. For a second, all he could do was gaze at the vision of loveliness in black lace before him.

Shannon had bent over to give Ollie a toy. The angle gave Oliver an excellent view of her breasts—er, her dress. In his thirty-seven years, Oliver had seen his share of short black dresses. Cocktail parties, gallery openings and charity galas were filled with women wearing what many considered the classic party dress. Never had he seen one that took his breath away.

Though it didn’t show an obscene amount of skin, something in the cut of the dress made Shannon’s legs look longer, her waist impossibly tiny and her breasts...

His mouth went dry. When he cleared his throat, hoping to get some fluid to the area, she straightened and shot him a brilliant smile.

Then her beautiful eyes widened.

“Oh, my.” She pretended to fan herself. “You’re really rockin’ that black suit, mister.”

For the weddings of his four cousins, Oliver had chosen a slim-fit Armani, coupling it with a crisp white shirt and dark skinny tie. His favorite pair of Paul Smith black oxfords completed the outfit.

Though the phrase “rockin’ that suit” wasn’t familiar, the admiration in her eyes said she approved of his choice of attire.

“Your dress,” he said, unable to keep his gaze from dropping to the lacy vee that showed the ivory swell of her breasts, “is...unbelievable.”

“In a good way, I hope?” Though her tone was light, he saw concern in the brown depths of her eyes.

“You will be the prettiest woman there.”

She gave a pleased laugh and lifted Ollie into her arms. “That’s nice to hear, but with four gorgeous brides, I sincerely doubt that.”

“The prettiest woman there,” he repeated, happy her plans to attend with her friend had fallen through and she was his for the night.

A flush rose up her neck, but he saw his words had pleased her. She dropped her gaze to Ollie, who was attempting to pull the tiny silver necklace from her neck.

“Did you hear that, Ollie?” she asked the toddler. “Your daddy thinks I’m pretty.”

With chubby fingers still wrapped around the necklace, Ollie lifted his gaze and stared at her for several seconds. He grinned.

“Pretty Mama,” he said clearly, then repeated the words. “Pretty Mama.”

Oliver stared, startled.

“I think you have another admirer,” was the best he could manage.

“Yeah,” she said with a self-deprecating smile. “I’m a big hit with the toddler set.”

“He called you ‘Mama.’”

“That’s his go-to word for females,” she reminded him.

Oliver didn’t argue but he was fairly certain Ollie knew exactly who he was calling “Mama.” He glanced at his watch. “We should leave.”

“You’re right. It’s not going to be quick and easy getting away from my parents.” Shannon offered a wry smile. “Be prepared. They’ll want you to go through Ollie’s bedtime routine in excruciating detail.”

She never overstepped, Oliver thought. Shannon always made it clear Ollie was ultimately his son, his responsibility, not hers.

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