Billionaire Sexy Lovers Trilogy

Come on, Lily!” I call up the stairs. “We’re going to be late!” I check my watch and tap my !ngers impatiently on the banister. She appears a few seconds later and bounds down the cream-colored, carpeted staircase with all the unbridled energy of a young colt.

At seven-years old, that’s exactly what Lily reminds me of, a colt. With her long legs and playfulness, and her need to always run every‐ where—she’s free spirited and energetic. She comes to an abrupt halt right in front of me and looks up into my face with large, blue eyes that melt my impatience away.

I don’t need to remind her that running down the stairs is dangerous. “Sorry, Daddy,” she says solemnly “But I can’t !nd Jenga.”

Jenga is the cat Lily picked out at the animal shelter a week ago. She’s a shy little Calico and still has to get used to us. Lily loves her to bits but doesn’t understand the poor thing’s reservations.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m coming back here anyway, and I’ll leave a note for Rosita too.”