10
LUCY OLIVIA
“Oh boy,” I muttered to myself as Vaughn pulled the door shut and effectively severed whatever voodoo spell he’d just had me under.
But good gravy, that boy had one hell of a draw about him. My body was still buzzing with awareness.
Which was truly awkward, especially when Ava Grace hollered out her displeasure, and the sound activated my milk, causing my already sensitive breasts to throb painfully.
“Okay, okay,” I told her, trying to appease my baby as I hurried down the hall toward the nursery. “I hear you, darling. Just a minute, now. I got you.”
This was all still so new to me. Not used to having a tiny human screaming her demands at me, I fumbled in my haste to situate myself into the rocking chair by her crib and pull up my shirt before opening my nursing bra.
