9
VAUGHN
As Lucy disappeared down the hall to take her nap, I glanced toward her parents who were both turning to look back at me.
It was awkward as hell, so I gulped and pushed my way to my feet. “Well, I should probably be—”
“Hold up,” Lucy’s dad interrupted. “You haven’t gotten to hold Ava nearly as long as you wanted to yet, have you?”
Honestly, after watching the way he’d refused to let Lucy hold her own child, I had assumed he wouldn’t be willing to let me hold the baby, either. But he eased up from the couch before I could even answer him, and he held the swaddled bundle out to me.
“I…” It only took one glance at the infant’s napping face, and my heart stuttered hard in my chest.
But, dammit, every time I looked at her, I saw a new piece of Duke. I swear they had the same pat
