Blair POV
But before I could get to the door, sharp cries from the baby monitor stopped me in my track. Ronnell swept the monitor off the table, checking the screen.
“Nathan is awake and seemed pissed off.” He said going towards the stairs in a quick rush, like he couldn't get to him quickly enough if he didn't run. “I will get him while you let the nanny in.”
“Okay, thank you.” My heart did a funny thing at the sight of Ronnell Roman bounding up the stairs to collect my son.
With no time to decipher what the twister inside my chest meant, I hurried to the door. A broad man with soft eyes and flop hair stood on the other side. His smile held all the warmth Trina didn't have.
“Hello, you must be Peter.”
He offered his hand. “I am indeed Peter. You are Miss Blair Damien, correct?”
