“It’s Emily,” I respond. Molly’s mouth falls open. Grace clearly knows this. She nods her head in agreement. That would explain why Tomas was really calm about the idea of Emily and me.

“But the woman at the bar with the—”

I cut Molly off. “Security. She and her husband work for me.” My phone goes off. I pull it out to see Emily’s plane is about to land. “Everyone stay here. I’ll be back shortly. There are a few other things that need to be addressed or I would just take Emily home with me.”

“What?” Asher asks, wanting a heads-up. The man hates surprises.

“I read the reports from the arrest.” My eyes swing over to Tomas. “Heidi told Emily that she isn’t yours.”

“She’s mine!” Tomas grits out without missing a beat. “I admit I could have been a better father, and I will be, but Emily is my daughter.”

“You know that for a fact?” I toss back.

“She’s my sister,” Asher adds.

“It doesn’t matter if a drop of the DNA inside of Emily is mine. Both she and Molly are my daughters. Period.” A smile pulls at Molly's lips.

“Good, because I have a feeling I’m about to bring home a woman who thinks she’s lost,” I say before I turn to leave. It doesn’t take me long to get to the private airport. Emily’s bags are already coming off as I pull up.

“This is not Hawaii,” I hear her say to one of the airport workers, making me smile.

Then she sees me. The second her eyes lock with mine from the top of stairs of the plane, she bursts into tears. I rush up the stairs and wrap her in my arms. She buries her face in my neck as she sobs.

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me here.” I motion for one of the men to take the driver’s seat of my Land Rover as I get into the back seat with Emily in my lap. “Baby, listen. It's you. You’re who the rumor is about. I’m promised to you. My mom has been saying that shit forever.”

She slowly lifts her head. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t even belong in this world. I’m not a Score. I have no—”

I cut her off, covering her mouth with a kiss. It’s been too long since I tasted her, and I’m not going to let her spew that bullshit.

She moans into my mouth and clings to me tighter. I don’t know how long we kiss, but it’s long enough that we’re parked back out front of her family's estate, and the driver has left us for privacy.

“You know my mother couldn’t care less if you are a Score or not, Emily. She’d be hurt if she heard you say that.”