Yvonne Lindsay - Seduced By The Single Dad

He nuzzled her cheek. “We got no problem here.”

Oh, yes, we do. I’m the problem. My mother’s a hopeless bitch and I married a psychopath-in-training .

Why would a great guy like Quinn, with everything going for him now, with a good life he’d worked so hard to earn, want to marry someone with her history and track record, anyway?

People always used to treat her like some kind of prize. She was no prize. Not anymore, anyway. In her case, the bloom was seriously off the rose. Perfect Chloe Winchester? What a joke.

And wait a minute.

Really, she needed to snap out of it.

Where had all these grim thoughts come from?

It was dangerous to start running herself down. Half the battle for sanity and a good life was in keeping her spirits up, fostering a positive attitude.

She’d worked hard to face the tough challenges life had thrown in her path. She’d survived the disaster of her own choice, her own making: her marriage to Ted. She’d fought and fought hard to get free, to make a new life. To hold her head up and move on.

And she’d honestly begun to believe that she’d done it, that she’d put the past behind her.

Until Ted sent her flowers and made her fear deep in her soul that she hadn’t seen the last of him, after all. Until her mother showed up on her doorstep spouting such ugliness and rage, revealing such an unforgiveable betrayal, that she’d had no choice but to sever ties with her.

Maybe it wasn’t the wedding she was putting off. Maybe she’d had no right to tell Quinn that she’d marry him in the first place.

Maybe she needed to face the fact that he deserved better than her.

“Chloe?”

“Um?”

“We got no problem at all,” he said again, more softly, but more firmly, too.

She met his eyes. They were so steady. So knowing and wise. She asked in a tiny, weak, disgusting little voice, “We don’t?”

“Uh-uh. We got each other, Chloe. We got it all.”

And somehow, when he looked at her like that, when he spoke with such affection and total confidence, she believed him.

She absolutely believed him.

I love you, Quinn . She thought the words and knew that they were true.

If only she felt she had the right to say them out loud.

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