Chapter Fourteen
Tiffany
I rode in the truck with Jasper, snuggled up to his side, inhaling his unique scent—leather, musk, outdoors—and wondering what the hell had just happened.
He’d virtually ignored me at the bar but now, all of a sudden, he was done chasing. I didn’t know we’d been playing cat and mouse, but I wasn’t unhappy to have been caught by the man. I had come to terms with the fact that I needed to tell him about our daughter. Why not let my body have what it wanted, too?
We could get back to how we’d been in the old days. Back to being together, giving ourselves wholly to the other, without any fear or regret. I couldn’t wait to get underneath that man again.
“You know what, Jasper?” I whispered as I kissed his neck.
“What, baby?” His voice was deep, smooth as whiskey,
