Hot For My Step Uncle Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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He smirks. “What was that about perfect?”

EPILOGUE

FIVE YEARS LATER

Miles

I sit in the yard, smiling across at Noah. He’s watching Jack and Isaac kick the soccer ball around.

Isaac—Noah’s adopted son, my nephew and cousin—was the perfect addition to our family. They adopted him when he and Jack were two years old, and they’re having so much fun growing up together.

Sadie sits at my feet, our three-year-old playing with her building blocks. Beside me, Layla sits with her hand resting on her belly, a contented smile on her face. I’m still reeling from the news, in the best possible way, that we’ve got another little bundle of joy coming to join us soon.

From behind us, in the house, Tess and Elena laugh together. Sebastian’s laughter joins them a moment later. There’s quite the story between Tess and Sebastian. He was her dad’s best friend. I remember the drama the night before Tess told her dad, with Layla filling me in on all the details and the happiness which came after, especially recently when Tess discovered she was pregnant.

“Room for one more, sis?” Elena says, walking into the yard and grinning down at Layla.

Layla shuffles up the three-seater. “You’re never going to get tired of that joke, are you?”

Elena laughs. “It’s not a joke. You are my sister-in-law.”

Layla chuckles, throwing me a look. I return her gaze, though staring at her for too long is difficult. She’s already getting the pregnancy glow again. She’s cut her hair into a stylish bob and is wearing a summer dress that hugs her curvy body perfectly. She’s become more beautiful with each child, and her body has become curvier, more enthralling.

“Daddy,” Jack says, rushing over. “Can we go in the pool soon? Please?”

Layla arches her eyebrow with a knowing curve to her lips. She told me it would only be a matter of time before they wanted to swim and splash around.

“Okay, but only if you race me.”

“Daddy, run, Daddy!” Sadie giggles behind me as I climb to my feet and race across the yard.

Jack and Isaac follow close behind, laughing, their happiness infusing me as always. When I leap into the air, Jack yells and then jumps in after me as I rise to the surface.

I look over at the others, Tess with her hand wrapped around Sebastian, the other on her belly, resting there just as Layla rests her hand on her soon-to-be bump.

Then Jack leaps onto my back, wrapping his arms around me. “I got ya, Daddy.”

“We’ll see about that, little man.”

“Let me help!” Isaac yells.

Isaac jumps and latches onto my arm, and I roar, carrying them around the pool. A moment later, Noah climbs to his feet.

“Better watch out. I’ve got backup.”

Isaac lets me go, paddling across the pool. “Yeah, Daddy! Help us!”

“Help you?” Noah laughs, making monster noises of his own. “I’m here to help my son-in-law!”

I grin at him, and he beams back, water dripping down his face. Gone are the days when we linger in the darkness of our childhood. We talk about it sometimes, but only in passing. Mostly, we’re too filled with the bliss of our lives to think about it.

Noah strides through the water with his hands out toward Isaac.

“Better… start… running.”

“Daddy, no!” Isaac yells in delight.

Noah grabs him, throws him into the air, then catches him in a heap of giggles.

“Daddy, my turn.” Jack tugs at my arm. “Please, Daddy?”

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

I throw my son into the air, and then time seems to slow. He hovers above me as I take in his eyes, so much like Layla’s, his deep brown hair that turns wild when he lets it grow, and the curve of his lips. Everybody says he has my smile, but all I see when I look at him is his mother. When he lands, I hold him for a moment before we play again. He wraps his arms around me.

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, son.”

EPILOGUE

FOUR YEARS LATER

Layla

I’m more than a little starstruck as I stand before Florence Penelope. Miles and I curled up with a box of chocolates the other evening to watch her latest romantic comedy. We only half-watched it since Mom and Noah had the kids for the night, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

Now, she stands in my kitchen, beaming her glamorous smile at me. My staff is around me, their awe plain in their features. Off to the side, Jack leans against the wall, not looking at Florence. He looks at me with a smile that’s one hundred percent his father’s. Jack is quickly becoming addicted to cooking, so sometimes I bring him to work.

That’s one of the perks of owning my own restaurant. I get to make the rules.

When I started the business, I never expected it to become a hot spot for the “who’s who” of the city to visit frequently.


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