Maisie
Thirty-six hours later…
“Connor Wallace, I will hurt you,” I threatened from my place between the wall and one of our high-backed chairs. The Christmas tree was to the right of me, so I didn’t really have much of an escape route.
His gorgeous, bearded face lit up with a cheeky grin. “Not afraid of you, Sunshine, now come out of there.”
“Not until you promise you won’t make me pee.”
He laughed. “Not promisin’ you shit.”
I had a secret, and Hatch wanted to know what it was, but I was a vault. However, he thought tickling the information out of me would be a good idea… this meant I was running around the house like a mad woman, trying to keep something between us at all times.
“She’s not going to tell you anything, Sid,” Poppy taunted as she held our two-year-old, Jamie’s hand
