Derry’s POV.
I lean against the wall trying to catch my breath. Hawk is the damn siren, not me. Can men even be sirens? Are sirens actually real? I should have asked that but my brain was too frazzled to think clearly. I didn’t mean to tease him with my thoughts, but he’d certainly got his payback. I just know the make-up s*x would have been amazing if I wasn’t still recovering from childbirth. I should check how long that takes too, hopefully not long, because even looking at Hawk gets me flustered. Maybe it’s the hormones? I push away from the wall and straighten my clothes before walking into the kitchen like nothing happened. Rose is busy cleaning the kitchen and Mickey is sitting at the table, smirking at me like he knows. Hawk walks in through the back door, his father behind him an
