{"id":259185,"date":"2026-07-13T16:48:04","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:48:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/dr-daddy-elizabeth-bevarly\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T16:48:04","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:48:04","slug":"dr-daddy-elizabeth-bevarly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/dr-daddy-elizabeth-bevarly\/","title":{"rendered":"Dr Daddy – Elizabeth Bevarly"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cWho was who?\u201d Now he cupped her cheek gently in his palm, threading his fingers into the hair above her ear. An odd electricity shot through her, leaving a trail of tingling heat in its wake. Involuntarily, she flinched and jerked away. Jonas didn\u2019t follow her withdrawal, instead standing motionless with his hand still lifted into the air.<\/p>\n

His fingers curled into a fist, however, as he asked, \u201cWho was the son of a bitch who made you so wary? Who was the man who hurt you so badly that you shun even the most innocent touch?\u201d When Zoey shook her head in mute refusal to answer, he turned to retrieve his drink from the end table, then sipped it in thoughtful silence as he continued to stare at her.<\/p>\n

When still she refused to reply, he cradled the snifter in his palm and swirled the dark amber liquor slowly, watching it as if the swiftly moving contents of the glass were the most fascinating thing he\u2019d ever observed. But she could tell he was nowhere near as nonchalant as he was letting on. After a moment, he said, \u201cYou told Juliana the other day that you know what it\u2019s like to be a burden.<\/p>\n

To be foisted off on someone who doesn\u2019t want you. You said you know what it\u2019s like to be resented. Does your reluctance to be civil to the entire male population all go back to that?\u201d She shook her head. \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cThen what? Why won\u2019t you even let me touch you?\u201d Zoey sighed wearily, lifting a hand to her forehead to scoop back a fistful of her bangs.<\/p>\n

He wouldn\u2019t rest until he had her figured out, she thought. Which meant he wouldn\u2019t be retiring anytime soon tonight. Jonas Tate was the last person on earth she wanted knowing about her past.<\/p>\n

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\u201cIt can\u2019t be as bad as all that, Zoey.\u201d Zoey Holland glanced up from the baby girl in her arms and nodded her head fiercely at the baby\u2019s mother. When she did so, she felt a tug on her hair and realized the infant clutched a generous handful of the straight, fiery red tresses in her tiny fist. She gently tugged her hair free and tossed it over one shoulder. \u201cOh, it\u2019s definitely as bad as all that, Sylvie,\u201d she said adamantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe guy\u2019s a complete ogre, and he won\u2019t be happy until he has my head on a spit and my butt in a sling. Ask Livy.\u201d Sylvie Buchanan turned to her sister for verification, arching a quizzical blond brow in question. Olivia McGuane nodded in agreement with Zoey. \u201cHe really does seem to have it in for Zoey for some reason,\u201d she said, trying to dodge her own toddler as she zigzagged across Sylvie\u2019s expansive, ultramodern kitchen. The trio were meeting for their monthly Sunday brunch, at Sylvie\u2019s house for the first time since she had brought Genevieve home from the hospital three months ago.<\/p>\n

\u201cBe careful, Simon,\u201d she admonished her twenty-two-month-old as he flew by. \u201cAnd watch out for the plants. Auntie Sylvie and Uncle Chase aren\u2019t nearly as untidy as Mommy and Daddy are. They won\u2019t be as understanding if you make a mess.\u201d Sylvie emitted a sound of disbelief. \u201cYou mean Uncle Chase isn\u2019t as untidy. He still hasn\u2019t gotten over how messy everything seems to become once babies arrive\u2014including the babies themselves\u2014and he\u2019s still convinced there\u2019s some way to keep this house clean every minute of the day.<\/p>\n

Of course, just because I married the guy doesn\u2019t mean I\u2019ve mended my ways, either. Gennie and I are both driving him crazy.\u201d She leaned over Zoey\u2019s shoulder and chucked Genevieve under the chin. \u201cAren\u2019t we, sweetheart?\u201d The baby gurgled and ducked her head in response to the tickle, reminding Zoey of a turtle. \u201cLooks like she\u2019s going to have Chase\u2019s green eyes and your blond hair,\u201d she said of the infant.<\/p>\n

\u201cNice combination.\u201d \u201cYeah, how come Gennie got hair right away and it took Simon more than a year?\u201d Livy demanded. All three women looked over at the dark-haired little boy who squatted in front of the air vent in that odd, flat-footed way of children, peering intently into it. The air rushing out tousled the thick, dark curls he\u2019d inherited from his mother.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s just the way babies are,\u201d Sylvie said. \u201cBesides, once his hair started coming in, it took off like a bunch of weeds. You\u2019ve got no cause to complain.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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