A Daddy For Christmas. Alison Roberts

in the chemistry they shared rather than wearing herself out denying its existence.

      Butterflies stirred in her stomach. She pushed the stroller into their suite just as Rowan’s arm shot out to stop her.

      “Someone’s here,” he warned a second before a woman shot up from the sofa.

      A woman?

      The butterflies slowed and something cold settled in her stomach. Dread?

      A redhead with a freckled nose and chic clothes squealed, “Rowan!”

      The farm-fresh bombshell sprinted across the room and wrapped her arms around Rowan’s neck.

      Dread quickly shifted to something darker.

      Jealousy.