A Baby For The Billionaire: Triple the Fun / What the Prince Wants / The Blackstone Heir

She turned to look at Connor, sprawled on one of the couches, looking exactly what he was...lord of the manor.

“Enjoying this, are you?”

“Being comfortable?” he asked. “After time spent on your couch? Oh, yeah.”

She sighed because she couldn’t really blame him. “Your house is beautiful.”

He laughed shortly. “How much did that hurt?”

“A lot,” Dina admitted. “I admit, I was hoping to find that you lived in some soulless, white everywhere modern nightmare—”

“Ooh, careful there. You just described my brother Colt’s house.”

“Really?”

He shrugged. “I never liked it. Felt cold to me, but he thought it looked clean. His wife and kids are currently dirtying it up for him.”

“Right. Well, anyway. This house is beautiful, but you have to know that I feel like you maneuvered me into this move, and I don’t like it.”

“I did, and you don’t have to.” Connor straightened up in the chair, braced his elbows on his knees and slapped his hands together. “I want my kids, Dina. You come with them.”

“For now,” she said.

He lifted one shoulder. “Now’s what we’re dealing with, right?”

Yes, but what happened later? A week, two weeks, three? The longer they stayed in this house, the more solid footing Connor would have for a custody suit. And Dina wasn’t an idiot. She knew he expected to take the kids from her. That thought made her heart ache, but a split second later, something clicked in her brain.

All along, she’d been thinking that Connor had the upper hand. And in a lot of ways, he did. But the reality of actually living with three babies who demanded plenty of attention was something he hadn’t experienced yet. She smiled as she realized that staying here might actually work in her favor after all.

She knew that Connor had only been interested in being a part-time father before Elena and Jackie were killed. Now, it was his own sense of duty and honor—and the realization that he’d been lied to—that had him scrambling to take charge of the triplets.

But what if once he had what he wanted he didn’t want it anymore? What if the day-to-day dealings with three babies showed him that he wasn’t ready for fatherhood? This could turn out to be the best thing she could have done. Living here, letting him take charge of the kids, might just prove to him once and for all that the trips were better off with her.

She smiled to herself at the thought and relaxed for the first time since their kiss the night before.

“Why are you smiling?” he asked, voice colored with suspicion.

“No reason,” she said. Meeting his gaze, she felt something inside her tremble and felt suddenly uncomfortable. But then, she wasn’t comfortable with a lot lately. That kiss they’d shared had been overwhelming and the feelings it engendered were still with her. Along with anxiety. She’d never let a man get close enough to her to make her anxious about her feelings.

Looking across the room at Connor, she stared into his ice-blue eyes and knew that this man was dangerous. Not just to her guardianship of the babies, but to her.

“Louise has your room ready,” he was saying. “It’s upstairs, next to the babies’ room. Mine’s across the hall.”

“Handy,” she murmured.

“Isn’t it?” He smiled and her stomach spun unsteadily.

“What’s the matter, Dina?” he asked. “Don’t trust yourself with me?”

Exactly, but she couldn’t really admit to that.

“I think I can manage to restrain myself,” she said, scooping Sadie off the floor and onto her hip.

“Wanna bet?” Connor stood up, grabbed the other two kids and held them while he looked into her eyes. A smile curved his mouth and something inside her flipped over in response.

Oh, yeah. This was not good.

* * *

A week later, Connor was a man on the edge.

Who would have guessed that three babies could take over a house in so little time? There were toys everywhere, forgotten sippy cups under the couch, and stains on half of his shirts. The three of them were a force of nature.

Connor was exhausted.

And it wasn’t just the triplets wearing him down, either. It was the knowledge that Dina was just across the hall from him, every night. It was imagining her showering, naked and wet, with water streaming along her honey-colored skin. It was the images of her floating through his mind, stretched out on the four-poster bed in her room, wearing nothing more than a welcoming smile as she held her arms out to him. It was remembering the taste of her so well he still held her scent inside him.

The way she laughed, the way she smiled at the babies or the way she held them, loved them. She was sparking too many thoughts in his already tired brain and Connor was sure that she somehow knew he was suffering—and she was enjoying it.

Hell, Dina’d hardly lifted a finger for the kids since they moved in. She’d taken a giant step back, telling him that she was sure he wanted to get to know his children. She left the bathing and feeding to him. She watched as he chased them down every morning just to get them dressed. And she laughed whenever one escaped him.

So Connor knew that she was expecting him to fail. To surrender and say that he wasn’t interested in full custody, that it was too much work or some other nonsense. But she was going to be disappointed. He hadn’t changed his mind. If anything, his resolve had only strengthened over the last week. His children belonged with him and he was going to do whatever he had to do to make sure that happened.

The question was, how to deal with Dina.

“She said no, didn’t she?”

“What? Who? Oh. Yeah.” Connor shook his head and looked at Colt. Smoke from the barbecue on his patio lifted into the sea wind and twisted into knots before dissipating. The scent of cooking burgers filled the air.

A family barbecue had been Penny’s idea. Colt’s wife had wanted to meet Dina and the kids.

“You mean to my offer of buying her off?” Grimly, he smiled at the memory of her outraged expression. “Yeah, she said no. And a few other things as well.”

“Told you it wouldn’t work,” Colt said and took a drink of his beer.

“Thanks. I told you so is always so helpful to hear.”

Colt ignored that. “So any ideas on where you go from here?”

“Plenty.” He nodded, picked up the spatula and flipped the burgers on the grill. Grease dropped onto the coals and flames erupted.

“You should get a gas grill,” Colt mused.

“I like charcoal,” Con told him. “Anyway, Rafe and his crew are coming out next week to sketch out plans for the new nursery suite.”

“And Dina knows you’re doing this?”

“Not yet, but why should she care?”