When Ezra looked up, expecting to see Evie so he could welcome her with a smile, his gaze instead locked with a pair of blue eyes he'd rather never see again—her blonde hair cascading down and her red lips curled into a smirk. Dawn. What the hell was she doing here?
His smile disappeared instantly, replaced with a look of hard disapproval as his jaw tightened.
What baffled him even more was when she gently nudged the little boy in front of her, and the child immediately bolted toward him, beaming as he cried out, "Daddy!" His grin was wide, his voice full of joy as he wrapped his small arms around Ezra's legs.
Daddy? Of all the names he could have been called, *that* was the one? What in the world was going on?
None of this made sense—first, that she had the audacity to show up in his house uninvited, and second, this little boy, now gazing up at him with wide, irresistible eyes that only added to the confusion.
