*Liam*
In truth, I don't want any man putting their hands on what is mine. But if we are going to keep our cover with my daughter, then I have to find someone suitable for Ava. Someone Emma wouldn't think to question me about.
Hence, James Kincaid. As a business competitor, Emma wouldn't even have the slightest inkling I had anything to do with setting them up. This would keep us well under the radar, which is exactly what Ava wants. And, if I am honest, what I want as well.
I could fantasize all I want to about parading Ava around on my arm during the day and then filling my nights f*****g that luscious body, but ultimately, I don't want to hurt my daughter any more than Ava does.
Though I am loath to speak with him, I pick up the phone and call James.
“Liam, it's been an age," James
