Always Yours, Baby
Series: The Baby Saga, #4
Published on May 25, 2015 Genres: Contemporary, Romance
How could someone so pure want filth like him?
Damon Comb was no stranger to pain, hunger, loneliness, and abandonment. Being given a family that would die for one another didn’t erase six years of torture. It didn’t take away the nightmares. She did. She was everything someone like him should never be allowed. She was goodness and strength and she made him human.
How could someone so broken complete her?
Willa McClain had it all, a family that adored each other, the love of an entire town and a future she worked her butt off to get. But all she wanted was the boy with the sad blue eyes and the crooked smile. He was her best friend, her protector and the only one who really understood her.
How could a love like theirs be extinguished?
But nothing ever lasted forever. Damon knew better than anyone how quickly the tides could change. Can he keep his past at bay before it consumes the only light in his dark world? Can he finally tell Willa the truth, or will his fears tear them apart forever?
How could love so strong ever fail?
This book is NA and intended for a mature audience.
Other books in this series:
Forever His Baby (Sloan & Lily) - Book #1
Bye-Bye Baby (Cole & Beth) - Book #2
Be My Baby (Jared & Calla) - Book #3
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“When are you going to tell her?”
In the process of checking his watch, Damon paused. His fingers rapped once on the rough grain of the picnic table in irritation before curling into a loose fist next to his elbow. Loose wisps of autumn wind swept through the clearing, pushing locks of dark hair into his eyes that were impatiently swept back.
“Whenever I feel like it,” he muttered into the phone. “She’s not ready.”
The she in question stood several yards away, surrounded by a field of knee-high grass and wild flowers. The late afternoon sun glittered through her unbound hair, turning the sleek strands a deep, rich gold that lifted around her thin shoulders with every crisp breeze. She hadn’t moved in the last ten minutes. Every so often, Damon could just hear the quiet snap of camera shutters and the whir of gears as the device clutched to her face captured the setting sun clamped between two jagged points in the distance.
“I think you should just do it.”
Annoyance twisted lines between his eyebrows as he fought not to just hang up on his friend. Since getting married and starting a family, Jared Dumont had inexplicably grown a vagina. Suddenly, it was inexcusable for anyone to be single. Like he wasn’t happy unless the world was as perfectly matched as he was. His wife, Calla, was no better. It had gotten to the point where Damon didn’t even want to answer his phone. They were relentless and he had no patience to be lectured about something he already knew.
“I think you two should mind your own damn business,” he muttered in return before hitting the off button and stuffing his phone into the pocket of his jacket.
Sensing his mood shift the way only Willa could, she turned. Twigs snapped beneath the heels of her boots. The light glittered off the surface of her blue eyes and shimmered like sunlight bouncing off clear, tropical waters. Pale strands drifted over pinkened cheeks and were absently brushed aside with a gloved hand. Her head went to the side even as her lips bowed into a sheepish smile that wrenched his heart.
“I’m sorry.” She started towards him, long legs devouring the distance between them effortlessly. “You should have told me I was taking so long.”
Damon rose as she reached the weather worn table positioned precociously beneath a twisted and bare tree that had seen better days. Part of one bench was snapped off and the rest was still upright out of sheer grit. But it had been a welcome companion in the last several hours.
With a soft laugh that held traces of the disbelief furrowing her brows, Willa shook her head. “We’ve been here five hours.”
He knew it. His ass had been asleep for most of it. But for her, he shrugged.
Smiling with a brilliance that overruled all the wrongs of the world, she went to him. Her camera was set gently on the table and she put her arms around his shoulders. It was always awkward. She was so small. Her embraces pulled his back into a curve. But it was worth it to feel her in his arms, to feel her warmth and be surrounded by the sweet scent of her.
“I’ll make it up to you,” she promised, tickling the side of his neck with her cool breath. She drew back and peered into his face. “I’ll pay for dinner.”
She always offered.
He always agreed, but he’d never let her.
Still smiling, she released him and went about gathering her equipment. Damon watched her and marveled at her captivating grace; she moved the way dancers took the stage, with elegance and purpose. Watching her always reminded him of some elaborate ballet that spoke to his soul.
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