Expecting the CEO's Child. Yvonne Lindsay

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      Dylan whistled cheerfully as he drove away from the classic car dealer, relishing the sensation of the wind ruffling his hair. The thrum of the V8 engine under the shiny red hood before him set up an answering beat in his blood. Today was a perfect day for a picnic and he had just the partner in mind to share it.

      After swinging by the Grill to make sure everything was running smoothly, he put together some food and drink, checked the GPS on his phone and headed toward Jenna’s address, which he’d happily plucked from a phone book. He was curious to see where she lived—where she’d planned to raise their baby. Planned being in the past tense, because now that he was on the scene, he didn’t intend for them to live apart. All he needed to do was convince Jenna.

      When he turned into her driveway he had to admit he was surprised at where she lived: it was a new neighborhood, the streets lined with modern homes. Skateboards, bikes and balls littered the front yards. He could see why she’d be comfortable here. Even though he hadn’t seen anyone yet, there was a sense of community and projected longevity about the area.

      He saw curtains in windows on either side of her house twitch as he turned off the ignition and sat a moment in the car. A smile played at his lips. Neighborhood watch, no doubt. It was good to know Jenna had people looking out for her when he wouldn’t be.

      Dylan got out of the car. He couldn’t wait to see her face. He strode up the path that led to the front door and pressed the doorbell. Nothing. He waited a minute and tried again.