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I laugh with her. “I will admit that when I first found out about the whole Bloom and Dad thing I was not too happy, then you add a new baby to the mix and well, things were not so good. But, I’ll admit that I was wrong on all accounts. Bloom is exactly what my dad needed and Harrison is lucky to have such a big, loving family. We may not be perfect, in fact we are far from it, but we are trying, and that says a lot. Also, I can’t wait to see who he takes after… my dad or Bloom, because either way my dad is going to have his hands full.”We both laugh at this, knowing that I’m right.“I never was a believer in fate, but I have to admit that after everything that we went through, I really do believe that fate had a lot to play in bringing us to where we are now,” she says.I never really thought about that, but now that she says it, I have to wonder what type of divine intervention had a hand in getting the two of us to where we need to be.That thought has me thinking about other thing

***SINCLAIR'S POV***Where I want Summer to keep bratting me out so that I should punish her, but she doesn't do it, rather, she wraps her arms before her and keeps her mouth shut till we reach the room. Inside, I let go of her and she massages her arm, pouting at me. "What's that baby behavior?" I bark out. "I'm tired, I will go talk to Enzo now," she says starting to walk past me. "Why? I am here, why do you need to talk to him?" I question. Summer stares at me with scorn before she bares at teeth at me. "None of your goddamn business," she throws out. This time when I wrap my arms around her waist, I pull Summer closer to me, I make sure her eyes are buried in mine, I haunt her out with my looks and as she shudders, I admire it, making her feel the power I am wielding over her. "Summer, Oh, girl! you make me lose control over you. And to think your leg still hurts and you are applying all this pressure on it," I say pushing her onto the bed and getting a hold of

Those are the days that Hope and I get to hang out together.I never thought that I would love someone any more than I do Addison, but then Hope came along and I know now that there is more love to be shared. She is a beautiful, amazing little girl and I am so proud that Addison has given me the honor to be her dad.Oh, she may not be mine biologically, but that little girl is all mine. She looks just like Addison, with dark hair and eyes. She gets cranky when she’s hungry, just like her momma, and loves to be rocked to sleep. This little girl is my everything and so is her momma, and that is why I’m working my butt off for them.The Cyber Security end of Buchanan Industries is going very well and working more closely with my family has not been as bad as I thought it would be. I don’t have to travel a lot to see them, and they have even come down here a few times as well. I’ll admit that it’s nice to have them around more. I’m only sorry it took me so long to get there.Hope and I are

KaitlynIt’s been one hell of a long week, and I can’t wait to get home put my feet up on the worn coffee table, and chow down on some cookie-doughice cream.Everywhere I go in this small-ass town, I see or hear about Brandon and Tiffany’s wedding. God, I’m sick of hearing about Brandon and Tiffany’s wedding. Like every small town in America, the cozy, personable, welcoming atmosphere of Hailey draws tourists and those looking to live a quiet life. But also, like in every other small town, everybody knows your business, and you know theirs. I need to move to a city. Somewhere far away, where there’s lots to see and do, lots of people I don’t have to know – and most importantly who don’t know me. Where I can be lost in a sea of faces on the street. A place where I won’t run into my neighbor, my dentist, and my mother’s hairdresser all in the same morning on my way to the local café to grab a coffee, where I’ll undoubtedly run into at least twenty others I’m on a firstname basis with.

“Room service, Mr. Carrington.”Securing the fluffy white towel around my waist, I stroll out of the bedroom, down the stairs and across the living area to the door. After I disengage the deadbolt and lock, I swing the door open. Gus is delivering it himself this morning. “Must not be too busy in the kitchen.”“We had a quiet moment.” He rolls the cart past me. I let the door close on its own steam as I follow him into the main living area, waiting while he positions the cart near the chair where he knows I like to sit. He pours the coffee but leaves the dishes covered. “Anything else, Sir?”“Nope. I’m good, Gus. Thank you.” We make small talk as I walk him out, and then I’m alone again in my room, the smell of crisp bacon sneaking out from beneath the silver warming lid. I doctor my coffee, then sip the hot, fresh brew. My eyes drift closed, and a sigh falls from my lips. Only the best. Okay, time to scarf down some breakfast, and then I need to run downstairs to grab a few report