Billionaire's Baby Bind

“Just trying to get this app to work,” he said.

He’d mentioned having an app that could show meteor and comet activity in the night sky and was trying to get it to work. Amberley had spread a blanket she kept for picnics on the bed of the truck and she and Faye had been playing together while he tried.

“If it doesn’t work we can just make up stories,” she said.

“Like what?” he asked.

“That star over there is Lucky.”

“As in it brings luck?” he asked.

“No, its name is Lucky. Sometimes the star falls to earth and takes on the persona of a rock superstar during the day, and at dusk it’s drawn back up into the night sky, where she stays steady and true so that little cowgirls and cowboys who are out late on the range can find their way home,” Amberley said.

She’d been a huge Britney Spears fan when she’d been about ten and her dad had made up that story about one of the pop star’s songs.

“Okay, let me give it a try,” Will said. He shifted his shoulders and leaned back against the cab of her truck. Faye crawled over to him and he lifted her onto his lap. The baby shifted around and settled with her back against his chest.

They were so cute together, Amberley thought. She ached for little Faye because even though she had her daddy’s love and attention, Amberley knew that one day Faye was going to need her momma. She just felt close to them because she saw herself in the two of them.

“See that constellation?” he asked, pointing to Sirius.

“Yes.”

“That’s Lobo and he is really good at catching the people who skunk around in the shadows. Every night he looks down on the earth for clues and then during the day he turns into computer code and helps track down the bad guys.”

She smiled. “Like you.”

“Yeah. Like me.”

“How’s that going? Is it okay to ask?”

Faye turned in his arms and he rubbed his hand over her back. He lifted her higher on his chest and she settled into the crook of his neck.

“It’s going pretty well,” he said, his voice pitched low so as not to disturb his daughter.

“I’m glad. Will you be here for long?” she asked.

“Probably a month.”

A month...not enough time for anything serious.

“I’d love to know more about what you do,” she said. Sometime between the dancing and talking with her cousin tonight she’d realized that no cowboy or Royal guy could make her stop thinking about Will. Probably not her wisest idea, but she had decided she wasn’t going to just walk away unless he pushed her to.