I clench my fists, angered by the reminder and the confusion that Sophie would keep this from me. My rising fury seems to diffuse her own.
"Look, I'm sorry. I guess I've just been in this alone for so long, I get defensive. I'm glad you're concerned about Izzy. Isabella," she corrects when she sees my look. Olivia's right. She's not an "Izzy." Her lips curve back into a smile and she takes my hand, walking backward as she pulls me forward. "Come say good morning to her. She'd love that."
I'm just about to pull my hand from her grasp when the sound of one of the heavy front doors unlocking pulls my attention away. I see Olivia walk in and stop, staring at us, open-mouthed.
I twist my fingers out of Sophie's and make my way toward my wife. I wrap my arms around her tiny waist and pick her up to press my lips to hers. They're a little stiff, but I kiss her anyway.
When I lean back, her eyes are shadowed. "You look beautiful today. Why so dressed up?"
She's wearing a top she knows I love. It's red and has a deep neckline, which shows more cleavage than she usually allows. It always makes me want to take off her panties and slide her down over my cock so I can watch her world-class tits bounce while she rides me.
Damn.
"I've, uh, I've been running some errands." She pushes at my chest like she wants me to let her go, but I'm hesitant. I don't want her thinking about Sophie. At all, if she can help it. And considering that Sophie was holding my hand when she came in …
I see her sneak a sidelong look over at Sophie. "Hey," I whisper, bringing her eyes back to mine. "Have I ever told you that you're the only woman for me?"
I see the tears well in her eyes and it knots my heart up to think how much she must've needed to hear that.
She nods.
"Can I have thirty minutes of your time? Right now. No questions asked."
She frowns, but she doesn't question me. "Sure."
I finally set her on her feet and take her hand in mine, erasing the feel of Sophie's as if she weren't even in the room. Only she is.
I glance over at her as I pull Olivia with me toward the stairs.
"We'll come find you and Isabella in a little while. There's something I need to show Olivia."
I climb the steps and don't look back. When I reach the top and push open the door, Olivia's eyes have already lightened up.
"How long has it been since you've gotten the VIP treatment?"
Her pupils dilate. "What is this, Cash and Olivia's greatest hits?"
I smile. "Only if you are as sure as I am that the best is yet to come."
I feel her relax. I feel it in the way her fingers soften in mine. I feel it in the way the air whooshes from between her delectable lips and puffs against my cheek, like she's sighing in relief. And I feel it in the way the tension between us has given way to the crackle of sexual chemistry.
I back through the doorway, dragging my willing wife behind me. She's grinning when I push the door shut behind us. "Are you trying to get me pregnant, Mr. Davenport?"
"No. I'm just trying to perfect the technique."
"Oh, I think you've got it down pat," she says, melting into me when I pull her close.
"What can I say? I'm an overachiever."
When I take her mouth in a kiss that's meant to incinerate, we both nearly burst into flames. Luckily, I have a lot of Jack Daniels on hand to put them out.
CHAPTER SIX
Olivia
When Cash and I finally make our way back downstairs, my legs are mush. Not that I really need them to be solid. Cash's big hands and strong arms are there to steady me each time I stumble. I'm so happy I hardly even notice the phone ringing when we reach the office. Cash reaches to answer it and then gives me the one minute finger gesture as he takes a seat in his black leather desk chair.
I lean up against the wall to wait on him when I notice that the door to the apartment is cracked open. I can see Sophie brushing Isabella's hair and talking to her, her beautiful face animated. For the millionth time, I wish Sophie was ugly. All this would be so much easier. At least I think it would. But then again, maybe not. Anyone Cash had feelings for, ugly or pretty, would probably make me uncomfortable. Especially one with a mean flirtatious streak who shows up with a little girl she claims to be his.
As if sensing my eyes on hers, Sophie looks up. She smiles. I smile. Neither of us means it.
She deftly braids Isabella's long, golden hair and then gestures for me to come inside as she ties off the thick woven tail. I glance at Cash. Seeing that he appears to be no closer to getting off the phone, I push away from the wall and make my way toward my nemesis.
"Are you going to be able to come with us?" Sophie asks, handing Isabella a lightweight jacket.
"Come with you where?"