The Accidental Dragon Baby (Babies For Broken Dads #1)

7. A Private Conversation

7

A PRIVATE CONVERSATION

“So,” Harvey said.

Ace winced, collapsing onto a kitchen stool to eat his reheated food. “What?”

“What are your plans with him?”

Ace scrubbed his face. “Gods, I’d have a better idea if I could just find the other omega! How difficult could it be to locate an... otter? Weasel?”

The butler nodded sagely. “They are small.”

“And Crush, damn him! He was going to help with the search again this afternoon, but he flaked on me. I’ve never known him to go back on his word.”

“Hmmm,” Harvey said, looking out of the kitchen window at the mansion grounds, where Ivo was.

Ace gave him a narrow-eyed stare. “What’s with the long silences? You were so damn excited last night.” In a higher voice, Ace mimicked his butler, “‘Spicy Master! We should look for him right now! Attack the streets! Bring him home!’”

Harvey’s smile was close-mouthed and sly.

“You know something I don’t,” Ace realized.

“What do I know?”

Harvey’s Butler Brother network stretched far and wide. He had long ears into what felt like every household, so the omega could be literally anywhere right now.

“Will you at least tell me he’s safe?”

“He’s safe.” Harvey grinned.

“Y-you know where he is?” Ace spluttered, feeling betrayed.

“And I know why Crush flaked on you,” Harvey sang, dancing away from Ace’s grasping fingers.

“Damn it!” Ace bared his teeth. “Tell me who he is, or I’ll dock your pay.”

“You can’t. You signed my contract with a blood oath.” Harvey cackled. “Docking my pay for no good reason violates Butler Brothers Clause 53.”

“You damn well know I need to be responsible for knocking him up. If I did.”

“What if he doesn’t want to be found?”

Ace couldn’t even comprehend that. “But it’s my baby!”

“And it’s also his baby.”

Ace growled. “He should at least get a choice in the matter.”

“I’ll make sure he knows.”

It sucked to have this so far out of his control. Ace snarled. Harvey didn’t even bat an eyelid.

Harvey’s smile softened, though. He came forward, patting Ace on the shoulder. “You have an omega in your territory,” Harvey said quietly. “I think you should focus on him.”

“I can’t forsake the other omega.”

“So have both of them.” Harvey was back to grinning madly again.

Ace rubbed his face. “This is fucked up. Ivo might not even agree—”

“You’re so confident about him, huh?” Harvey elbowed Ace in the ribs.

“No! I just...” Ace sighed. “I want him.”

“He’s right there, ripe for the picking.”

Ace swallowed. He couldn’t stop thinking about Ivo’s trusting gaze, the way his mouth fell open, his pink lips wet and soft. Begging for a taste. “He has one hell of an aim.”

Harvey snorted. In a strange tone, he replied, “Ivo certainly does.”

Why did Ace get the feeling that his butler was talking about something else?