“It’s not my fault that you are hungry again,” Trick told a whining baby. He shook his head and walked down the hallway to his room. “Well, you just have to wait until I change you first.”
It didn’t escape his notice that he was talking to a baby who couldn’t talk back and probably didn’t even understand him. Something he had found himself doing more often than he was comfortable saying. It was probably inevitable, since he seemed to spend a lot of time with the little girl. Because, despite all of Trey’s teasing, Trick couldn’t seem to stay away from Riona.
And after three days, Trick was done fighting it. He, of course, didn’t like clean-up duty, but he realized Trey had been right. Riona had hooked her little fingers around his heart, and he was doomed in love with her. Even when she
