The Saint's Wife by Gallagher Lauren

Author:Gallagher, Lauren [Gallagher, Lauren]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2015-04-13T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

There is no way in hell this kid isn’t mine.

Tiffany was curled against David’s side on her bed, a stuffed tiger tucked under her arm while he read her fifth bedtime story for the evening. After a playdate this morning, an afternoon at the movie theater and her first-ever trip to a video arcade, she should have been wiped out and sound asleep, but every time he finished a book, she wanted another one. And, well, there were worse ways to be an indulgent parent than reading a few extra stories to her. Especially since she was starting to pick up the words on her own. It wouldn’t be long before she could read them herself, and she’d probably be like he was as a kid—staying up late, reading under the covers with a flashlight.

Yep, she’s definitely my kid.

How else could he explain the fact that a long, busy day like today hadn’t knocked her out? Or that she was already obsessed with books? Like insomniac bookworm father, like insomniac bookworm daughter.

Joanna had been drunk. God knew what other bullshit she would have been spewing if she’d had a few more shots before David had walked in. Even if Alexandra had been unfaithful—and David couldn’t believe she was—there was no way in hell this kid wasn’t his.

After the seventh story, Tiffany’s eyes were finally starting to get heavy.

“One more?” she asked sleepily, right before she yawned.

“I think it’s time for you to go to sleep.” He carefully freed himself and got up. “Especially if you want to go biking tomorrow.”

“But I’m…” Another yawn. “Not tired.”

“You may not be, but your old dad’s gotta drive tomorrow.” He made himself yawn and made it as dramatic as possible, which brought a giggle out of her. “I need to get some sleep, and so do you.”

“Okay.” Insomniac or not, she had never made a big fuss about bedtime. Though for all he knew, she already had a flashlight and some chapter books under her pillow, and was just waiting for him to go away so she could read them.

The thought made him chuckle as he tucked her in.

“Love you, Daddy.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead, then turned off the light, checked to make sure her nightlight was on and stepped out.

Though it was still relatively early, he was exhausted. It wasn’t just the long, high-energy day with his daughter. He and Chris had been balls-to-the-wall working through proposals for next year’s product release, not to mention the slow, steady process of shifting Chris’s responsibilities to David. And, of course, he hadn’t slept for shit the last few nights since his conversation with Joanna.

So he turned in early, leaving both bedroom doors ajar. Sometimes Tiffany slept through the night, sometimes she didn’t. Either way, he made damn sure he’d hear if there was anything wrong in the bedroom across the hall.

David awoke from a dead sleep and was already on his feet and halfway to the door before he was consciously aware of Tiffany crying in the other room.

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