Bachelor on the Prowl. Kasey Michaels

have to admit it, it works on Max. He can be ready to fly into one of his tempers, or go into a pout, and all I have to do is sling a compliment his way and he starts purring like a kitten. Men. They’re so…”

      “Impossible,” Holly ended, then kissed the top of the baby’s head. “Except you, of course. You’re wonderful.”

      The baby giggled, pressed his head back against Holly’s breasts, blinked his big blue eyes at her.

      “Did you see that? Only five months old, and already showing signs of the true Leo. Compliment them and they’ll follow you anywhere. And drool on you,” Holly added, swiping at little Max’s chin with a corner of the soft cloth Julia had tossed over her shoulder when she took Max, telling her that it was either keep a drool cloth handy or be covered with damp spots on her clothing.