Page 108 of Unsure in Love

He grinned. “Lunch with you two trumps boring CEO stuff.”

I laughed at the cavalier way he referred to running an entire company.

Since Damian was incredibly intuitive when it came to his sometimes-guarded girlfriend, he picked up on my nervousness. Brushing a thumb across my cheek, he said, “I’m glad you stopped by. I’ll always be happy to see you two.”

With that, every ounce of uncertainty seeped out of me.

“And of course, I’d love to have lunch. Give me five minutes.”

“Okay.”

“Let me take Little Man off your hands.”

I handed him Luis and watched the way he gazed down at his son with blatant adoration. From the moment Damian saw Luis and held him in the hospital, I just knew. I could tell that I didn’t have to worry about him ever abandoning his child the way my father abandoned me even if he and I didn’t go the distance. However, even as skeptical as I’d always been, I didn’t see us ending anytime soon. Damian and I seemed to be made for each other.

He returned to his desk, baby in hand and picked up the phone. I listened to his smooth baritone as he launched into conversation with whom I guessed was a client. The picture he and Luis made was possibly one of the most wholesome pictures I’d ever seen. A father who was never too busy to make time for his child. The image of them was definitely going on a canvas.

As I wandered over the floor-to-ceiling windows to gaze over the city, I reflected on how my life had changed—how I’d changed. I’d found the love of my life, had a baby, and launched out and away from the security blanket of Oakland and my sisters. And I was content…

I glanced back at Damian who was now staring at his laptop. He clicked a few times then glanced down at Luis with adoration. Catching my eyes, he smiled. It was one that started with his eyes before it reached his lips and became wider to spread into a warm curve. It was gentle and showed his commitment to his new family.

That smile said “I love you” without him verbalizing it. I grinned back and turned to look out the window again. All was well in my world. I connected with Dad a little more because I was working hard on forgiving him for my family’s sake. I wanted to be the best version of me—an emotionally healed one—for Damian and our child.

The domestic part was going smoothly. I still had a tight-knit relationship with my sisters even from a distance. We talked just about every day, and Damian and I were heading to Oakland next month so everyone could meet Luis in person. They’d finally be meeting Aunt Lucia too.

Lucy and I had each other to lean on in the new-to-motherhood department. Her baby girl was one month old.

Damian’s voice seeped into my deep reverie. “Bree?”

Her voice filtered from the speaker. “Yes, Damian?”

“I need you to cancel my two o’clock.”

“Okay. What about the one with—?”

“That one too.”

I turned to meet his gaze.

“I’m going out for lunch, and I won’t be returning to the office.” He gave me a slow appraisal, the heat in his eyes practically driving me to combustion. “I have a more important meeting to attend.”

My lips parted on a deep inhalation and heat engulfed my face—my entire body—at the intense sexual undertone of his words. I knew that smoldering look of his. It meant that after lunch, Damian was going to rock my world and we’d likely be cooped up in bed all afternoon… well, until Luis demanded our attention.

My body was already tingling with anticipation. Plus, there was nothing sexier than an imposing man holding his tiny baby so gently and protectively. I was thoroughly turned on.

“Thanks, Bree.” He then rose and sauntered over to me. “Ready?”

“Uh-huh,” I murmured. I could barely catch my breath. It was unbelievable because he hadn’t even touched me. His smug smirk was a giveaway that he knew what he’d done to me.

“Let’s go.” Damian didn’t hand Luis back to me. He just took my hand in his free one and we walked to the door. I opened it and grabbed the car seat as we strolled out.

In the hallway, we waited for the elevator. Leaning my head against his arm, I gazed up at him. “Damian.”

He peered at me. “Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

His eyebrows furrowed into adorably confused lines. “For what?”

“Making me happy.” Not too afraid to express my feelings anymore, I said, “I love you.”

He grinned. “Right back at you, mi amor.”

My contented sigh was drowned out by the ding of the elevator’s arrival. We stepped inside, still holding hands.