Page 71 of Baby Daddy

“Shit. It’s my father. He’s calling from Germany. I have to take this.”

My eyes stayed on him as he spoke to his father. The tense expression on his face worried me.

“Seriously?” He paused for a beat. “Fine. I’ll be there.” Then he ended the call.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“I have to go to fucking Germany. Gunther Saxton wants me to give a presentation of our development slate to his investors.”

“I’ll help you get it together in the morning,” I offered, my mind jumping to the Mighty Girl cartoon, something we hadn’t really discussed.

Drake looked at me glumly. “That’s not going to be possible. I have a plane to catch in three hours.”

“Gah! Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked while my sister took our depleted mugs into the kitchen.

Drake thought for a moment. “Yes. Forward all the recent photos and videos you took of Tyson in her red cape, and anything else you may have, to our art department so I’ll have something to show them by the time I land.”

He stood up and then helped me to my feet. Facing me, he cupped his hands on my shoulders. Our eyes locked.

“I hate leaving you, Dee.” He took a fortifying breath. “I’m going to ask Brock to look after all of you when I’m gone. Maybe he can arrange for some surveillance.”

I nodded like one of those bobble head dolls Ty collected. His warm breath heated my cheeks and his touch was making my bones melt.

“When will you be back?”

“Saturday. In time for the gala.”

I forced a small smile. “Do you still want me to be your pretend girlfriend?”

“No, D-baby.”

My heart sunk as he flicked my nose.

“I don’t want you to pretend. I want you to be my real girlfriend.”

And with that, his mouth consumed mine in a passionate kiss that I wanted to never end.