How to Be a Blissful Bride by Stacy Connelly

Author:Stacy Connelly
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-06-13T13:29:40+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Chance didn’t argue with Alexa’s insistence on sleeping on the sofa. Instead, he simply waited. After the long and emotional day, she fell asleep with her head on his shoulder as they watched television. He made the most of the opportunity, lifting her into his arms and carrying her to his bedroom.

He fully expected her to wake up, but the pregnancy must have taken more out of her than she wanted to admit. Other than a soft sigh that had goose bumps rising over every inch of his body, she didn’t stir. She snuggled deep into the covers when he placed her in the center of the mattress, and Chance gritted his teeth as he resisted the urge to join her there.

Next time they ended up in bed, he wanted them both awake and aware of the undeniable desire drawing them together.

She’d still been sleeping when he’d left for a physical therapy appointment that morning. His therapist had shaken his head at the sight of his bruises but reassured Chance that his rehab was progressing. He’d been on his way back when he received a text from Rory, asking him to stop by the hotel.

But when he showed up, Rory was busy with the arrival of her fiancé, Jamison Porter, and his daughter, Hannah. Settling into one of the overstuffed lobby chairs to wait, Chance froze when the little girl climbed right into his lap despite the multiple empty seats around him.

“Um, hey, Hannah.”

The blond-haired girl giggled. “Hay is for horses, Uncle Chance. I don’t have a horse. I have a dolly. See?”

Her body a warm, bubblegum-scented weight, she settled against his chest and right into his heart. “Um, that’s nice?”

“Miss Rory gots her for me after I was a flower girl in Miss Lindsay’s wedding. I had a basket and I threw flowers and I wore a crown in my hair. Now I get to be a flower girl for my daddy’s wedding to Miss Rory! An’ after the wedding, Miss Rory will be my next mom!”

His head spinning from the rapid-fire conversation, Chance glanced up as Rory walked over. “Next mom?”

His sister smiled indulgently at her soon-to-be stepdaughter. “Four-year-old logic for what it means to get a stepmother,” she explained. “Which if you think about it, actually makes more sense as a description.”

As far as Chance was concerned, none of the babbled conversation made sense. He fought back a groan as Hannah handed him the doll to play with.

“You should be thanking me,” Rory told him. “This will be good practice for you.”

The longer Hannah babbled on, the less he understood. Something about dolls or maybe dogs or—He didn’t know what. By the time she scrambled off his lap, narrowly missing the family jewels with a deadly knee, he was exhausted.

Something that evidently showed, based on Rory’s gleeful laughter. “Oh, my gosh! The look on your face. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my big brother so scared! And of a little girl and her doll, of all things!”

“I have no idea what she was talking about,” he admitted.

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