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I drove home in the new car while one of the bodyguards brought the sports car. I’d never noticed how narrow my parking space was in the building’s parking garage. Matt didn’t comment, though I suspected he was amused because he took a pic of the car, parked at an awkward angle.

When we walked in the door of the apartment, my phone pinged four times. Each message was from a family member making fun of my parking ability. Matt must have sent them the photo.

“Don’t worry, babe.” My mate cradled his belly. “The baby’s excited about the new car. They’re kicking a lot, so they approve.”

I suspected our child was giggling along with his omega father. I might have to take those driving lessons from Matt before the birth, but I was hoping for naked times.

“About those lessons. Does your fee cover instructions elsewhere besides in the car?” I sidled up to my mate and pulled him close, while nuzzling his throat.

“You want to go vroom vroom like a big boy,” he teased and giggled. “Let’s find out.” He took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

TWENTY-SEVEN

MATT

“We can stay home.”

Ranger leaned against the door, arms crossed in what I called his sexy pose. He knew it turned me on, but I was so heavily pregnant, any sexy time would have to be him giving me a blow job.

I was at the swollen ankles, can’t get comfortable, don’t know what to eat, and I want this baby out of me stage of pregnancy.

Lying in bed, flat on my back with my favorite TV program playing, it was tempting to cancel our attendance at the weekly family lunch at my father-in-law’s.

“No.” I outstretched my arms, and Ranger heaved me up. “We’ll probably miss a few Sundays when the baby arrives, so let’s not cancel.”

Rudy enjoyed having his expanding family around, and Uncle Arnie was excited because one of his grandsons was visiting. I wanted to meet Treyton, because his grandfather was a special man and we’d connected on that first meeting at the cabin.

Memories of that place and what had almost happened to me and Josh had been banished most of the time. But every so often,I’d refresh the incident in my head. I couldn’t imagine going back there, and the extensive repairs being done to the grounds had delayed any family visits. But I was determined I would return when I was ready.

When that would be, I couldn’t say. I’d have to summon my courage before taking a step onto that land, especially since the earth had claimed Dane’s body.

But I was in baby mode and I banished Dane from my head.

The situation with Josh hadn’t changed and there’d been no contact. I hoped he’d found peace during his stay in the woods.

My mate helped me into the shower, and I sat on a chair designed for the elderly while the water washed over me. Ranger soaped me up because our baby had stolen my energy. I was looking forward to getting it back and meeting our little one.

“Dad’s been messaging non-stop.” Ranger dried me, and we moved into the bedroom.

“About us coming?”

“No. He’s excited about Treyton.”

Other than Uncle Arnie’s annual visits to his sons and their families, no one had seen Treyton or his brothers since they were toddlers.

“And Uncle Arnie is too, but he burned some of the food and had to start again.”

“No!” That never happened. His excitement must have combined with nerves. Poor guy. I wanted to give him a hug ‘cause he always gave me the best ones, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

Ranger got a bottle of red wine from the wine cooler in the pantry and plain soda water and apple juice for me.

He tucked his arm in mine. With my enormous belly, my center of gravity had shifted, and I was prone to swaying and keeling over. Ranger wanted a bodyguard to walk two paces behind me at all times in case I fell. But I was so wiped out, I wasat home most of the day, and I didn’t want some guy invading my privacy.

I dozed on the drive to Rudy’s and a tap on my mating hand woke me. We’d arrived and were the last here judging by the cars. I rubbed my belly, regretting my decision to come.

“Don’t suppose we can sneak out the gate and go home.”

“Too late.”

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