of his fingers caressing my wedding band. Right here, in this bed, is everything I could possibly need in this world. This man and this baby have my whole heart, my whole life. I can no longer be me without Ryder because he occupies so much of my soul.
Hell, he owns it.
“I love you, too,” I whisper to him. “And you can keep your dick. I’ll probably want another one of these at some point.”
An hour later, we’re introducing our families and friends to our son, Gabriel Myles Colson.
Dad’s eyes water when he hears that his grandson is named after him. Then he has to abruptly leave the room. Myles gets a little sheepish, though I can tell he’s both flattered and honored to share his namesake with his nephew. Ross has his arms around Lydia and their son and daughter. Sloane, Harper, and Quinn are here, too, with their husbands and kids. Along with Ryder’s stepsister and her two girls.
The overwhelming love in this room is something that has taken me some time to get used to over the years. As much as I love my parents and am grateful for how they raised us, I never want my son to ever feel like he has to guard parts of himself from the world. I’m going to smother him with so much affection, Ryder’s going to have to pry me off the kid. Then, knowing my husband for the impatient tyrant that he is, he’ll cart me off to our bedroom where he’ll remind me of just how bossy he can truly be.
All night long.
Now, that’s a fairytale I can work with.
Don’t worry…
Quinn’s book, Southern Hearts Club #4, is coming soon!
Also by Melanie Munton:
Southern Hearts Club:
The Divorce Attorney
The Six Month Lease
Brooklyn Brothers:
Lace & Lies
Scars & Sins
Booze & Bullets
Sultry Nights:
Salsa (Sultry Nights 1)
Tango (Sultry Nights 2)
Rumba (Sultry Nights 3)
Samba (Sultry Nights 4)
Mambo (Sultry Nights 5)
Standalone romance:
King of the Court
The Unforgettable Kind
Slow Seductions series:
Casual Affair (Slow Seductions #1)
Sweet Attraction (Slow Seductions #2)
Cruz Brothers series:
Playing for Kinley (Cruz Brothers #1)
The Art of Sage (Cruz Brothers #2)
Always Mickie (Cruz Brothers #3)
Timid Souls novellas:
Stubborn Hearts
Unexpected Love
Possession and Politics Trilogy:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Sneak Peek of The Divorce Attorney (Southern Hearts Club #1)
I show up to my own divorce dressed like a tavern wench.
Because looking like a raging moron has apparently become my new thing in life. My new brand.
(Insert pitying snicker here).
And as sad as it is to admit, walking into the Van Gordon & Associates law firm office while wearing an obscenely tight corset that makes my boobs bulge to an almost lewd degree barely even scratches the surface of my firmly established stupidity. I can barely stuff my dignity into this dress, let alone actual body parts.
Just when I think I can sink no lower…
My heavy messenger bag smacks against my leg as I amble up to the front desk in the lobby. The grandmotherly-type woman sitting behind the desk with a pair of half-moon glasses perched on the end of her nose looks up from her computer as I approach. She spares my outfit one disapproving glance, punctuating it with a haughty sniff.
Yeah, whatever, lady.
She can’t be thinking anything worse than what I’ve already thought myself.
“Hi,” I say, suffusing polite cheeriness into my voice, despite her judgmental frown. “I’m Sloane Westbrook. I have an appointment with Tamra Duprey.”
The unimpressed woman returns her stoic gaze to her computer screen. “Ms. Duprey is currently out on maternity leave. Your case is being passed on to another attorney.”
Whoa, whoa. Hold the phone.
My mind mentally slams on the brakes so hard the airbags deploy.
“Pardon?” The woman looks like she knows what she’s doing behind that desk, but this bulldog must have misplaced her bone. “Ms. Duprey told me she wasn’t going on maternity leave for another month.”
The bulldog swings her attention back to me, sighing impatiently. “Her labor started very unexpectedly. It was a premature birth. But Mr. Van Gordon has spoken with Ms. Duprey about your case. He has all of your files, so he’ll be well-versed on the particulars of your proceedings.”
“Mr. Van Gordon?” I ask cautiously. “As in, one of the partners?”
As in, the guy whose name is stamped on your letterhead?
The corners of her eyes crinkle almost condescendingly—and there’s The Look.
The one I’m so sick of seeing. The one the older generations tend to give to a millennial like me when they think I’m fulfilling some kind of stereotype of being a too-young-for-life, clueless, entitled dingbat.
Maybe she’s right in this one case,