SLOANE
Kade never calls me baby.
Not once. Not back in the city when we were still learning each other, not on our worst nights, not on our best ones either. Sunshine. That was always the name he used. Sunshine or nothing at all, and he was stubborn about it the way he was stubborn about everything else that mattered to him.
So when this man pressed his lips to my neck and whispered baby against my skin, something in my stomach turned cold before my mind even caught up with why.
I looked at his eyes properly this time.. These eyes were black straight through, no shine in them, no warmth, nothing that looked back at me like it recognized me at all.
This was not Kade.
Kade would have torn this house apart looking for his son without asking me a single question first. He knew exactly wh
