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“Fuck, that was hot,” I exhale, catching my breath as Olivia’s head rests on my shoulder, her chest heaving with deep breaths.

“Hell yeah, it was. I was thinking about that all the way up the mountain,” she confesses, which makes me laugh as she pushes up off of me to meet my eyes, my hand moving up to brush her hair from her face.

“You sure are a determined woman,” I tease her and she smiles down at me, pure bliss in her expression.

“When I want something, I get it,” she flashes me a devious grin. But I hear her loud and clear. And whether she realizes it yet, or not—she’s definitely owning me.

“One thing you failed to consider here, Liv,” I say as she waits for my rebuttal. “You’re going to have quite the draft between your legs on the drive home,” I motion with my eyes between her legs where we’re still joined.

“Well, shit,” she declares as a deep laugh rumbles in my chest.

“Not all ideas are good ones, babe,” I run my nose along her neck before granting her a kiss on the lips, loving how we can go from fucking to laughing in an instant.

Chapter 34

Olivia

“No, not like that,” my mother scolds while I try to readjust the turkey.

“How many ways are there to do this, Mom? You’re trying to shove a turkey into a brown paper bag.”

My mother throws me a knowing glance and then turns the bag in my hands so it’s more horizontal.

“There, now hold still,” she says as she slides the bird into the bag and tucks the wings in before she pushes it all the way in. It’s like seeing a baby being born in reverse and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Although my family has always cooked our turkey in a brown paper bag, so I guess I should be alright with it by now.

Except, all I have is babies on the brain in the last forty-eight hours—because I’m late. Like three days late. Which wouldn’t mean much to me normally, except Aunt Flow visits my body like clockwork and I’ve never been this late before. A day or two, yes. But three? Never.

And I’m officially freaking out.

“Okay, put her in the roasting pan and wash your hands,” my mother directs me as if I didn’t know I need to remove the bird and butter juices from my palms.

“What’s next?” I ask as I turn to her, drying my hands on the dish towel.

“We need to prep the stuffing and green bean casserole and start baking off the bread.” My mother thinks she needs to feed a small army every Thanksgiving, but really it’s just the four of us like any other Sunday dinner. Except this year, Kane is joining us.

Kane. My boyfriend, as he deemed himself after our motorcycle ride the other day. The man who is slowly burrowing himself in my heart.

And could be the father of my child.

Oh, God.

I knew it. I knew I was waiting for something to happen, something to pull me out of my sex-induced trance and bring me back to reality.

Well, here’s your reality, Liv—you might be pregnant. How’s that for a smack in the face?

“Earth to Liv,” my mom waves her hands in front of my face, pulling me from the rambling of my inner thoughts.

I shake off the anxiety and focus back on her while she stares at me straight in the eyes.

“Are you okay? Did you just hear a word I was saying to you?” She gives me that knowing look that only a mom can pull off, searching the depths of mind, knowing there’s something going on even though I haven’t said a word.

My lips start to tremble and tears well in my eyes. And just as I gather myself to talk to my mom, the one person I should be able to speak to about this—the fear that is slowly crushing my chest—the doorbell rings.

Kane

“I’ve got it!” I hear the muffled voice behind the door as I straighten my spine and readjust the flowers and wine in my hands. I’ve never visited someone else’s home on Thanksgiving before. Drew and Tammy have invited me over to their house the past few years, but I spent the day alone or at my parent’s house. After Natasha and I split up and I moved south, I haven’t seen my parents very often. Last Thanksgiving was actually the last time I visited.

Dad retired from his job and my mother got so involved in her crafting and reading groups, they pretty much leave me alone to live my life. I call them from time to time, just to check in, but we aren’t super close. I was always closer with my grandparents.

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