Wynter’s POV
Connor has been off ever since I got back from college, the rough man thrusting Grace into my arms as he looks anywhere but at me, before mumbling about phone calls and practically running for his bedroom.
I look down at the bright eyed baby in my arms, giving her a confused look.
‘Your daddy is a very strange man’ I mutter to her, shaking my head before striding toward the kitchen to make a start on some dinner for us all.
Connor doesn’t appear again until I tentatively knock on his bedroom door to tell him that dinner is ready.
The door swings open, and I swallow thickly as Connor stares down at me with those penetrating green eyes.
‘Your um, dinner is ready’ I tell him, my voice coming out slightly breathy to my own ears.
The closed off man nods, waiting for me to s
