According to his mother, Nancy Maxwell, Sydney would have made the perfect daughter-in-law for her.
“Well, I knew she wasn’t the one,” he admitted.
“And what about Tachina?” Logan asked quietly.
Vic didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. The truth simmered between them.
“You’re considering it, aren’t you?” Logan groaned.
“I haven’t decided.”
“But you will,” Logan muttered. He stood and stretched. “And when it blows up, I’m blaming you.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Vic chuckled.
“Anytime.” Logan clapped him on the shoulder. “I’ve got an early morning tomorrow. Text me when you’re done having your midlife crisis, old man.”
Logan left, whistling like an asshole.
The house was silent once the front door clicked shut. Vic wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He stared inside without seeing anything.
Another baby.
The idea scared the hell out of him.
But it tempted him.
It lit up something inside him that he usually didn’t allow himself to feel.
He’d never admit it out loud—not even to his brother—but the moment Tachina had saidwith you, something in him had snapped awake. Something he’d shut down since he was a kid. Since watching his own father be cold and distant. Since promising himself that he would be different.
He wanted—no, craved—a chance to do it right.
Not just as a father.
As a partner.
And with anyone else, the thought was not appealing.
With Tachina, it felt right.
He leaned his elbows on the counter, lacing his fingers behind his neck. His mind drifted back to a night before they’d known they were going to become parents. He shouldn’t have touched her. She’d worked for the company he’d employed, but he couldn’t stay away from her. She was beautiful, and her smile was inviting. The first night when he’d invited her out for drinks and food, it had been on a whim. He hadn’t really thought she’d take him up on the offer.
“Vic,” Tachina moaned.
He loved how his name flowed from her lips. He braced himself on top of her and glanced down. His heart pounded. He had said the one night would have to be enough. Tachina was a beautiful woman who had captured his eye the moment he’d first seen her walking through the lobby of his building.
He had to get to know her.
Taste her.
Sink into her.
Tachina arched upward, beckoning him to take her. He reached between them and guided the broad head of his cock to her slick opening. Her big brown eyes opened and met his. He couldn’t look away if he tried. He pushed forward, a groan escaping him. Her hot channel stretched open to accept him. Her walls were slick and welcomed him inside her.
“Tachina…” he rasped. He paused and had to pray that hedidn’t blow his load too damn soon. One would think this was his first time, but Vic was not an inexperienced lover. But there was something about this woman that set his body on edge.
“More,” she urged. Her fingers dove into the hair at the base of his neck. Her other hand slipped down to his lower back and farther. She gripped his ass and tried to get him to thrust.