Page 109 of When I Had You

“I think we’re past all that, don’t you?”

She’s been a firecracker all week. Reminds me of when we met. That fiery personality of hers is so fucking sexy I can’t keep my hands off her. That sugary smile of hers looks all innocent to the outside world, but trust me, all’s fair in love because she’s just as handsy.

“I’ll be right there.”

“Don’t tell anyone,” she snaps, panicking.

She’s starting to worry me. I hang up the phone and act casual as I slip out of my dressing room, trying not to raise any suspicion of my whereabouts.

“Hi,” I say, walking through the paddock like it’s totally normal for me to be wearing a tuxedo at the track.

“Looking good, Ryatt,” Darren catcalls and bursts out laughing with Hansen.

I flip them off just before I take the stairs by two. Heading toward Harbor’s office, which is her home base today, I stop when I hear, “Psst.”

As soon as I look over, I’m yanked by the arm into an office. “What the—”

“It’s me.” She’s gotten strong. I didn’t know Pilates could do that.

The door is closed, and the lights are out. I can’t see a fucking thing. “What the hell is going on? I thought you were a psycho fan or something. I almost popped you in the mouth.”

“I need your help, Cash.”

“Okay, anything, but why are we still in the dark?”

“Because of this,” she says, flipping on the lights.

Holy fuck. My heart leaps from my chest at the sight of her. I caress her face and move in, needing to be close to this woman. “You look like an angel, babe.” Taking a step back, I hold her arms out. “Look how beautiful you are.”

Her cheeks pink, and the corners of her eyes soften. I bring her back to me, earning the loveliest smile I’ve ever seen. Holding my elbows, she says, “Why do you have to be so sweet to me?”

“You act like it’s hard.” I kiss her gently and whisper, “You make it so easy.” But her eyes fill with tears as she stares into mine. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she says, sniffling. “I’m just so happy.”

I’m not sure what to do with this. “You said there was an issue?”

“There is . . .” She takes a deep breath and huffs. Turning around, she points over her shoulder at her back. “It doesn’t fit anymore.”

Bending down, I look at the trillion and one clasps to figure out how to operate this dress. I didn’t have a two-hour unclasping session built into our schedule. Checking out the skirt, I don’t lose hope for our wedding night. It will lift right over her hips.

“What am I looking at?”

She points her finger like a dagger in the air. “How it doesn’t close.”

Should I bring up the late-night burrito run last night?

Probably best if I don’t.

“Still lost back here.”

A sigh escapes her, and she turns back around. “Maybe this will help.” She holds up—oh shit.

“Is that a—”

“Yep.”

My gaze leaves the stick and darts to her eyes. “You’re pregnant?”

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