~HUNTER~

"You're brooding again."

Vincent's voice cut through my attention as I stared at the London skyline through the rain-streaked windows.

The merger documents lay forgotten on my desk, numbers blurring together as my mind wandered to a pair of warm brown eyes and a three-year-old with my stubborn chin.

"I don't brood," I muttered, loosening my tie. "I strategize."

"Right. And I'm secretly Batman." Vincent sprawled across my leather couch like he owned the place, tossing peanuts from ...