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She looks up at me. “What are you doing with a bab She looks up at me. “What are you doing with a baby?”

“I have no idea.”

Her brow furrows, and she blinks from Cricket to me and back again. “She’s all wet.”

“Well, she rolled around in her poopy diaper.” I nod over my shoulder to the living room, and hiss. “Shit.”

“You can say that again.” Melody presses the back of her wrist under her nose. “Is it still in there?”

“Hold this.” I shove the towel-wrapped infant in her arms.

“Whooa! Oh, no…” Melody’s knees bend and she acts like she’s going to give the baby back.

I don’t have time for theatrics.

I run to the living room where sure enough, that crap-laden pamper is open with the contents smeared all around, including on my expensive Persian rug.

“Oh, f--k…” I bend forward, my throat tightening as I start to gag.

“Don’t do that!” Melody’s eyes are huge, and she’s holding the baby like she has a little more practice than I do. “If you barf, I’ll barf.”

I run to the kitchen, jerking open the cabinet that contains my trash. I hold onto the marble countertop, fighting the gagging sensation pulling at my throat.

The baby starts to cry, and I blink the moisture out of my eyes. I wipe the back of my hand over my forehead, looking over to where Melody still stands, Cricket’s back against her stomach.

“Congratulations,” I manage to say through the thickness in my throat. “You’re really going to see me fail this time. Front-row seat, in living color.”

“What?” She strides over to where I’m bracing myself over the trash can.

“Let me guess, the award for most careless ejaculation goes to me?” My tone drips with defeated sarcasm.

“No…” Melody shakes her head. “I-I don’t want that. You’re not going to fail, because I’m going to help you.”
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Grabbing his hand, I drag him into my bedroom, sla Grabbing his hand, I drag him into my bedroom, slamming the door as I turn to face him.

His eyes are darkened, and we’re both panting like we’ve run a race. We’re just getting started. He watches me, as if he’s waiting for me to tell him this is okay, we can do this.

F--k me, this is the worst idea ever.

“No one can know,” I give a stern order.

His lips curl in that cocky smile that’s pure Knox. “You’re going to let me f--k you?”

“Shut up and take your clothes off before I change my mind.”

He reaches behind his neck and pulls the shirt over his head, leaving his hair a sexy mess, uncovering strong pecs, a solid six-pack, that mouthwatering V disappearing into his jeans.

I take a step back, sitting on the bed with a “Damn.”

He steps forward, putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing the cardigan down my arms. “Your turn.”

I exhale a little laugh. “I’m not…”

I wave my hand in front of his perfectly sculpted physique, and he catches it in his larger one, pulling it to his lips. “Shut up and let me f--k you.”

The brush of his warm lips against the inside of my palm registers straight to my tingling core.

I rub my thighs together, huffing a laugh. “We probably should work on how we speak to each other.”

Leaning down, he catches the hem of my shirt as he kisses the side of my face, my ear. “Are you implying we’re not nice?”

Cool air swirls around my body, tightening my nipples. My eyes close as he lifts my breast in his hand, pinching the sensitive bud.

“No… never be nice,” I gasp, and he wraps his arm around my waist, lifting me higher onto the bed as he joins me.

His head is at my chest, and he covers my nipple with his lips, biting gently before moving to the other. My head drops back, and my eyes close with a groan. 

“I promise never to be nice when I f--k you.”
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“We’ve already got almost three hundred messages o “We’ve already got almost three hundred messages of support.” She turns her laptop so I can see the number beside the notifications. “Your fans are rallying around you, K-Brad.”

I’m struggling to find the words to tell her how much it means. “You could lose your audience for this.”

“I’m not so sure.” She shrugs. “I give your fans a voice. This judge is going to see how much love you have here and know Cricket belongs with you. Family is the people you choose, not what’s written on a piece of paper.”

“I wish you were here. I’d like to put my arms around you right now and just breathe.”

Her eyes soften, and her smile is so beautiful. “We’ll be together again soon. Don’t give up, okay?”

I walk to the edge of the water, looking out to the horizon. “It’s crazy how fast your life can change. How someone can turn everything you thought you wanted upside down.”

“And all she did was cry, spit baby food in your face, and poop on you.”

Her reply makes me laugh. “What can I say? I love women who abuse me.”

“Mmm… you won’t get any complaints here.” The suggestion in her tone makes me want her even more.

“Don’t lose your edge, QP.” I give her a wink. “You know it makes me horny.”
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“Tell me, Knox Bradford, what do you want?”

I straighten from where I’m standing in the doorway. I can’t tell if she cares or if she’s just busting my balls.

The only people who talk to me this way are Dad and Edward, although Edward only gives you the brutally honest feedback when you ask for it.

“I want your number.”

It’s eighty degrees, yet the air around us freezes. Melody doesn’t speak. I think I might be able to knock her over with a feather, and a grin curls my lips. Score one for K-Brad.

“My cell number?” Her voice rises in disbelief. “Why?”

I take a step closer, bracing my hand on the wooden doorframe above her head. “No one has ever talked to me that way outside of my family, and I’m pretty sure they’re biased.”

“So you’re surrounded by a bunch of ass-kissers?” Her brow arches. “That explains a lot.”

My chest tightens, and God help me, I’d better be careful I don’t fall in love with this woman.

“I don’t think so. But you’re an outside observer. Your dad is one of the greats. Brady Armstrong thinks you know your stuff, and I want to hear it.”

“I’m not your coach, Knox Bradford. I’m a podcaster. I have a job.”

“Sure.” Reaching up, I scrub the back of my neck with my hand. “But everyone needs a friend. Right?”

Her lips tighten like she’s fighting her reply. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. My job is to be impartial, and if we’re friends, I risk losing objectivity. And… I suspect you’re trying to make me go easy on you on my show.”

I hold up both hands. “I would never.”

“Oh, wouldn’t you now.” Sarcasm is in her tone, and she’s so damn cute standing there in those shorts and that shirt with her hands on her hips in her bare feet. A delight.

“Fine. I don’t want to be friends.” I realize I really don’t. My mind has drifted into Baker’s approach to this situation. I want to nail her to the wall and hear her moaning my name. “You can say what you want on your show, but say it to me first. Deal?”
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