“The woman you’ve been…a son?” Donovan repeated.
He looked at the little boy in Nicolas’s arms. Perhaps there was some resemblance but…his gaze shifted to Aubrey who cuddled up beside Nicolas seemingly without shame despite the fact they were in front of a rather large group as well as wearing clothes far too casual.
For years Nicolas professed to search for a woman with no name he met at a bar and fell in love with. It was a tale that stretched credibility and now Nicolas claimed the search was over. This woman was the one? And they had a child? Was that even possible? Where had they been hiding all this time?
“You are the one Nicolas met?” Liane finally spoke edging closer to get a good look at Aubrey.
“It was a wild Saint Patrick’s Day,” Aubrey shrugged. “But we managed to bump in
