The Comeback Route -Book 1 Moss Bluff Series

Chapter 30

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Chapter 30

Leo

I have to get her out of my head. Quinn is great, sweet, smart, strong. God knows she's beautiful. And an awesome mama. I can see just how much she loves her little girl. She hits every button on the list. Which is why I should be taking a very big step back.

I keep reminding myself that she's got her hands full. A new baby, a fucked up past with an idiot ex. Not to mention she's Georgia's step-daughter. Getting involved with the boss's daughter is never a good idea. Quinn's a mom, a new mom, that's a whole other can of worms you just don't mess with.

Talk about walking into trouble. I can't do that to her. Not that I'm a bad guy. I'm not, or I try not to be, but sometimes things go wrong. I can't mess her up that way. Quinn deserves a good guy, Hope needs a good daddy. A man who won't let her down like her bio is.

Talk about screwed up

Flynn Fitzgibbon's has fucked them up big time. What a dickwad. The guy had it made with her and he dumped her. He got the girl, they had a baby and he didn't just walk away, but messed with Quinn's heart. Yet this amazing woman picked up the pieces, had her baby girl and moved on.

When she asked me to take her down to the station house to see him I expected tears and for her to go off, screaming at the bastard. Quinn proved me wrong though. She's so strong, so impressive to calmly face that fucker down and let him talk his shit the way he did. Like it was her fault that he screwed up. Then, then, after all his crap she's still willing to help him get his shit together.

I could have been knocked over with a feather. There's not a lot of people out there that can keep their cool when a jerk like Fitz is playing the blame game. I would have knocked him across the damn cell if he'd have gone off on me that way. She's got my admiration.

And Quinn did it all for her daughter.

I can't even get started on the kid. Hope is precious, she's a great kid. I've been around my cousins' kids a lot and none of them were ever this well behaved, this happy and content. I'm used to fussy tempers and needy fits for attention. Not this baby. Hope is a sweetheart and has wrapped me around her little finger.

The first morning I held her, I was hooked. Those big dark eyes just looked at me like she knew me. She gave me that look that said, 'I know you. I know what you're thinking about my mama and I'll decide if you get her.' I think she likes me. I get a kick out of the fact she wants me every time I'm in the room.

If only her mama felt the same

It's not like she notices me. Quinn sees me as her brother's friend, his business partner, the guy her mama asked to help her out. A buddy, a pal, a friend but that's it. When she came out that first morning in her tiny pjs I couldn't quite remember my name. Her bedhead is just as attractive as when she dolls up.

But she didn't seem interested in anything more than getting her girl out of my arms and the both of them out of my house. I think I've solidified my place in the friend zone with Quinn. Everyday I seem to sink further into that quicksand abyss with no sign of any way out.

"If only you could put in a good word for me." I tell my little bundle of joy. "I'm a good guy. You know that don't you?" Lifting her over my head I see a smile on her face.

Hope kicks her chubby, little legs with excitement and bumps her mouth to my cheek as I bring her back down. Yeah, I'm hooked on the kid. As I try to juggle my best girl and my desire to whip something edible up before taking Quinn and Hope to the airfield, I drop the carton of pasta on the floor and barely catch the cheese.