CHAPTER ELEVEN
Standing in his parents’ living room, Ryker dragged his hand through his hair. Uncomfortable didn’t begin to describe the atmosphere. Blake’s nostrils flared. A thoroughly kissed and embarrassed Lucy stared at Connor, who sat on the carpet playing with Cupcake, oblivious to what was going on.
Not that any of the adults had a clue.
At least Ryker didn’t.
He was trying to figure out what had happened in the kitchen. He couldn’t stop thinking about Lucy’s kisses. How silver sparks had flashed when she’d opened her eyes. How right she felt in his arms.
Which should be the last thing on his mind since he didn’t need or want a woman in his life. Even one as sweet and delicious as Lucy Martin. But he would deal with that later. His priority was damage control. Blake hadn’t see
