BRIENNA’S POV
Dad?
DAD!
I look at Caspian. Really look, the blade of that jaw, the heavy-set brow, the silver eyes I’ve been staring into all night.
And then I look at Adam, twenty-five years younger and half the man, and it’s almost the same face. The same nose. The same cruel, beautiful mouth.
My heart races.
How did I miss it? How did I sit on this man’s lap for an hour and not see my husband’s father staring back at me?
Under the paralysing shock, something else registers.
I look at the three men flanking me, and I am the only one reeling.
My eyes are wide, my mouth hanging open in pure disbelief, but the three biker Alphas are completely unfazed.
If anything, that same wicked glint of amusement from the SUV is back in their eyes. The private joke they were sharing with their
