Connor O'Hara had a family now.

At least, he had a son. And a mother. And a whole mess of relatives he hadn't even known were his close kin. And then there was Lacy. Sweet Lacy Clark. Who'd suffered so much for bringing little Chase, his son, into the world.

Frankly, it was all too much to take in for a guy used to being a loner, to belonging nowhere, to living life on his own terms. In his heart, Connor knew what Lacy wanted–the fairy tale, the white picket fence, the whole nine yards. But really, he was having trouble right now giving her even an inch!