He’s Your Son (Billionaire Heirs #3)

There’s a hole in my memory where one summer, eight years ago, used to be.

I remember the woman. The harbor. The only time I was ever truly happy.

But something’s missing.

My family filled the gap with a story, and I believed it.

That she took the money.

That she told me she was done.

Now eight years later we’re face to face again, her wearing another man’s ring, both of us angry with the other...

But something isn’t adding up.

Then a boy comes tearing through the door.

All elbows and urgent energy, built like a little question mark.

Seven years old, with a half-smile I could swear I’ve seen somewhere before.

He looks at me like I’m a stranger.

I look at him and something in my chest holds.

I’ve spent eight years feeling nothing I didn’t choose to feel...

So why can’t I take my eyes off this kid?