Chapter Fifteen. Davina.
What the hell? One minute I am dreaming about that almost kiss with this infuriating man, the next I find him outside at past midnight, asleep under the caravan, with nothing but a pillow and Max with him. The father of my son is a hot Greek god, who sends shivers over my body with one look, but he is weird as hell and utterly confusing.
“Max, go to bed right now. I will talk to you in a moment”, I tell him. I cannot contain the anger in my voice. I mean anything could have happened to him. He cannot get away with going out onto a field full of strangers in the middle of the night. I watch. as my son walks back into the caravan, his shoulders slumped forward. He looks so forlorn I already feel my anger starting to disappear. However, he needs to learn that he c
