Chapter 12
Max’s truck was parked in the Dexington family private parking spot, which was screened from prying eyes, so there were no reporters hanging around. The truck was large and easily dwarfed Becca’s SUV. It was cleaner than she’d expected for a guy’s vehicle.
She inspected the car seat that Max had installed. Interesting. He’d managed to set it up correctly, which was a feat, considering he was single—well, she’d checked and he had no ring or ring marks on his finger. He’d done a fine job, but that didn’t mean she’d changed her mind about the kind of person he was.
“It’s fine,” she said finally. Max gave her a small smile which she forced herself to ignore, though it was hard to suppress how it made her body hum with excitement.
Blake, who’d been carrying Chloe the whole time,
