Released: MC Secret Baby Romance (New Adult Contemporary Biker Romance) by Casey Elliot Page A

Luke.
    “Good morning, you two,” I said brightly, announcing my presence in the room. It broke my heart to interrupt them, but no good could come of this.
    “Mommy!” Emmy exclaimed excitedly before running over to me on her chubby legs. I bent down and scooped her up as she snuggled into my hair.
    “Good morning,” Luke murmured, watching me and Emmy intently. The pit of my stomach knotted. Did he suspect the truth ?
    “She’s a great kid,” he remarked, as he unfurled his long legs and rose from the floor, placing the doll gently on the table. I gently put Emmy back down on the floor.
    “Go meet mommy in the kitchen. Let’s make breakfast.”
    “Pancakes!” Emmy squealed excitedly before dashing into the kitchen. I watched her leave before turning my attention back to Luke.
    “I have to go,” Luke said, leaning down and kissing me softly on the lips, “but I will see you tonight at the rehearsal dinner.” I nodded in reply, telling myself I still had a few hours to come up with a reason why I couldn’t go. Luke squeezed my hand gently before kissing me once again and shutting the door firmly behind him.
    “Mommy!” Emmy called out from the kitchen impatiently. The door closed with a quiet click, and I turned my attention back to Emmy, softly crossing the lounge and into the kitchen, watching my golden-haired daughter busy herself with gathering the ingredients for pancakes. There was no denying the resemblance; she was every inch Luke’s.
     

Chapter 11
     
     
    “This one is yours, Mr. Wallace,” the man behind the counter said, as he handed me the garment bag that contained my new tuxedo. Max stood in front of the mirror, admiring himself as he tried yet another tux.
    “What do you think?” he asked, turning back toward me.
    “It’s nice,” I agreed. It was a simple black tuxedo, the same as the other fifty he had tried on.
    “Big help you are,” he teased before turning back to admire himself in the mirror. I liked Max well enough, but he was incredibly superficial. Looks and money were more important to him than anything.
    “You seem distracted,” Max said, as he paid for the tuxes.
    “Just thinking about the next season is all.” I could feel the first prickle of irritation at the back of my neck, the last place I wanted to be right now was here with Max.
    “Ah, you’re a shoe-in, don’t worry about that,” he said, slapping me firmly on the back, but it wasn’t the next season that was playing on my mind.
    “What would you know?” I snapped, pulling away from him. Max’s eyebrow rose.
    “Hey buddy, sorry if I overstepped.”
    “Let’s go home,” I said, wrenching the door open. Max didn’t try again, my own foul mood spoiling the moment. All I could think about was Skye and the amazing connection that we seemed to share. But then, there was Emmy. Skye told me she wasn’t mine, but there was something about her – the same blonde hair, and the same eyes.
    Was Skye lying to me? Was Emmy really mine? Had Skye given up on her music because of Emmy, and was I to blame ?
     
     
    ***
     
     
    “Hi,” I said, as Luke met me at the door. Slipping out of the house, I quietly closed the door before joining him at the curb. I felt about as nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date. I couldn’t come up with a reason to get out of tonight, and to be honest with myself, I hadn’t tried all that hard. It had taken me forever to get ready, my wardrobe too old and dated for an event such as tonight. I had finally settled on a floral-print dress that showed off my curves and had pinned my hair in retro-loose curls.
    “Hi. You look great.” There was something in his tone that wasn’t altogether welcoming.
    “Are you okay?” I asked, as we walked toward the SUV. Luke opened the door but didn’t say anything. The silence continued as we drove. Luke switched on the radio to sports radio which was full of news on the upcoming draft.
    “Are you nervous?” I asked, trying to break