Page 80 of Coming Up Roses

But like Cash, I’m not one to let things go, so just as softly, I reply, “I love you too, Cash Carson.” I sigh and snuggle closer to him, reveling in the feel of his rough hand palming my bump as we both succumb to sleep.

I wake the next morning to the scent of bacon and coffee, and hot damn, if that isn’t the best way to start the day. Mid-stretch, I realize that delicious scent is coming closer, and when I open my eyes, Cash is standing in the doorway with a tray.

“How do you feel about breakfast in bed?”

“Is that even a real question?”

“No, ma’am, I just wanted to hear that sweet, sleepy voice of yours.” I can feel my cheeks pinken at his swoon-worthy words.

“Well, get in here, babe.” Setting the tray at the end of the bed, Cash carefully gets back into bed before passing me my coffee—with just the right amount of half-n-half—along with a plate of bacon and fruit. Maybe not the most balanced meal, but it’s perfect to me. Just like the man who made it.

“Hey, Cash?”

“Yeah?”

I fidget, turning to face him a little more fully. “Would you wanna come with me to my doctor’s appointment Friday? I mean, you don’t have to, but—”

Cash silences me with a quick kiss. “Darlin’, there’s no other place I’d rather be. Text me the time and address, and I’ll be there.”

“You’re something else, Cash. An entirely different breed of man. The kind my Grams always said they didn’t make anymore, but I know she’d be gaga over you.”

“Well, that’s an honor, from what you’ve told me about her.” Yep, he knows every right thing to say to make my heart pitter-patter. “Now, eat up. We both have busy work days.”

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