Page 90 of Rough Ride

She smiled at all of them. “Thank you.”

She sipped at her coffee. The one thing she hated about being pregnant was the restriction of caffeine. She allowed herself one cup of coffee a day. The sweet, warm liquid slid down her throat. Eli knew exactly how to make her coffee. She hummed and looked up at him. His gaze darkened as he watched her. Heat flared through her whole body. Yep. Over ten years together, he could still get to her.

“Did you want us to bring you breakfast?” Regina asked.

“No, I’ll come out there. I just need a minute.”

“Girls, why don’t you go out there and help Grandpa with the pancakes.”

Her father always visited with her on Mother’s Day, and he had started to stay until Father’s Day. The girls loved it, and this year, it was needed. This pregnancy was more challenging than the first two, mainly because of the first two…and her age. Well, and the tidbit of information she learned at her appointment yesterday.

Once the clatter of their feet disappeared down the hall, Eli sat beside her.

“How are you doing, love?”

She sighed. “Tired, but thankfully, it looks like my morning sickness is gone for good.”

“Your father wants to take the girls out.”

She frowned. “It’s Mother’s Day.”

His mouth twitched. “I told Dad you would say that.”

She loved that Eli was so close to her father that he considered him his own dad. There was a camaraderie between them. They often talked about being girl dads.

“Well, I should spend the day with the girls.”

“He just wants to take them out on one of the four-wheelers. Give you a little break.”

“Oh.”

“You can take a nap…or…”

He reached out to trail his fingers down her arm.

“Do you have something in mind, Mr. St. John?”

“I do, Mrs. St. John.”

She curled her toes. God, that voice.

“What would that be?” Her voice had deepened. Even she heard the arousal dripping from every syllable.

“I have some special bubbles for the bath.”

She smiled. One of their favorite things was sharing a bubble bath in the massive clawfoot tub.

“Okay.”

He leaned forward and brushed his mouth over hers. “You didn’t tell me much about your appointment when I got home yesterday.”

Eli had gone to a meeting in Maui with the Wulf family. The British billionaires ran a resort on Maui, and the ranch supplied the beef they used in their restaurants. They weren’t the only supplier, but they featured all Hawaiian beef. She usually went with him, but the girls were close to the end of the school year, and she had an appointment. He’d made it home late last night, waking her up to make love to her before they both passed out.

“Everything is just fine.”

Of course, there was a little news she wanted to share, and she wasn’t sure how Eli was going to take it.

“There’s nothing wrong with the baby?” There was an edge of panic in his voice. Nothing scared Eli St. John unless it was fear about his girls.

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