Chapter 44

Six years later

Beau Perini scrubbed his hands over his face and raked his fingers through his unruly hair. Every bone in his body ached from yesterday's practice and he would have sold his soul for two more hours of sleep. But with a three-year-old in the house, even with a nanny in place, early rising was the norm. Beau was determined that his son would always come first no matter what the circumstances.

Coffee. That's what he needed. In sweat pants and tee shirt he made his way to the kitchen and the single serving coffee maker.

"Hi, Daddy!"

Toby waved to him from his high chair where he was entertaining his three-year-old self with a few pieces of dry cereal. Babs, the nanny, was at the sink, Although Beau realized calling her a nanny barely covered what she did. She ran everything in the house including him.

"Hi yourself." He bent down and kissed the little boy's smooth forehead.

"Ceweal." He held up one of the little circles. "Daddy have?"

Beau tried not to grimace. Ri