His Seduction Game Plan by Katherine Garbera

the home opened and she glanced up at the woman standing there, Ferrin felt unkempt by comparison. The other woman had straight hair that hung neatly to her shoulders, and she wore a chic sundress. She waved at Hunter and smiled over at Ferrin.
    â€œI’m so glad you are here,” she said. Her accent was American but had a patrician sound to it.
    â€œWe are, too,” Hunter said. “Ferrin, come and meet Kara, Gui’s wife. She and I are distant cousins through our fathers.”
    â€œThat’s right, a long time ago, we were into oil,” she said. “But that was a really long time ago. Now I’m into kids.” Three little girls poked their heads around her legs. The eldest couldn’t have been more than five. They were adorable with their thick black hair—two of them with curls and the youngest with straight hair like her mother.
    â€œHello, cherubs,” Hunter said, dropping down on one knee as the girls came running toward him. They all jumped on him and he hugged them close before he stood up.
    The eldest came over to Ferrin and tipped her head back. The little girl had big brown eyes with the thickest eyelashes that Ferrin had ever seen. “I’m Zara.”
    Ferrin stooped down so she was on eye level with the little girl. “Ferrin. Very nice to meet you.”
    â€œNice to meet you, too,” she said. “We are making cookies. Do you want to help?”
    â€œI’d love to,” Ferrin said.
    â€œYou don’t have to,” Kara piped up. “It’s a messy endeavor.”
    â€œI don’t mind at all,” Ferrin said. Zara slipped her hand into Ferrin’s and led the way inside the house. Hunter followed close on her heels.
    â€œThis is Chloe and that’s Luisa,” Zara said as they walked past her sisters.
    â€œYou smell pretty,” Chloe said.
    â€œI like your hair,” Luisa said.
    The little girls all crowded around her as they entered the kitchen, talking a mile a minute. When she sat down at the kitchen table—as directed by Zara—Luisa climbed on Ferrin’s lap and touched one of her curls. She was the youngest daughter with the straight brown hair.
    Ferrin wondered if Luisa wished she looked more like her sisters. “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
    â€œA princess knight,” Luisa said without even hesitating.
    â€œThat’s silly, Lu,” Zara said.
    â€œPapa said I could be. Mama!” Luisa jumped down from Ferrin’s lap and dashed into the hallway where Kara and Hunter were talking.
    â€œShe’s such a baby,” Zara said with the attitude that could only come from being the eldest child. “Chloe, show Ferrin how to stir the cookies.”
    Chloe came over and climbed up on the chair next to Ferrin. “We just have to add the chocolate chips. Mama keeps them up on that shelf.”
    Chloe pointed to the location and Ferrin stood up to get them. She brought the bag back over as Hunter entered. “Suckered Ferrin into getting you some chocolates, I see.”
    â€œThey are for the cookies,” Ferrin said. “Are you allergic?” she asked Chloe.
    â€œNo, she’s not. She’s just a chocolate fiend,” Hunter explained.
    â€œPapa is, too,” Chloe said with a smile that was two parts angel, one part devil. “I wasn’t going to eat them,” Chloe said as she snuck one into her mouth.
    Ferrin hid her smile as she poured a handful of chocolate morsels into the dough and let a few miss the bowl and land in front of Chloe. Hunter grabbed one and then scooped Chloe up and settled her next to him on the bench she’d been kneeling on. He reached for the bag of chocolate and poured a handful for Chloe and himself.
    â€œBetter hurry up with that stirring, Ferrin, or they might just be butter cookies.”
    Ferrin noticed that Hunter was a natural with kids. First with Conner and now Kara’s girls. Why