Page 107 of Sack

He reached over the console and took her hand again, squeezing it. “They’re going to love you.”

“What makes you so sure?” Her eyes were filled with concern.

His Ivy was not one to care much about what others thought. He loved that about her. Being in the limelight, having to be mindful of everything he did and said, it was also something he envied. “Because they’ll see how much you mean to me and that will be reason enough.”

Determination replaced the concern in her expression as she stared out the windshield at the Italian restaurant they’d chosen for dinner. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s do this.”

“Um, there’s something I need to tell you before we go in.”

Her head whipped around. “There’s more? I just psyched myself up.”

Colt raised a placating hand. “Nothing bad for you. I promise. You see,” he paused, taking a breath and bit the bullet. “My dad’s name is Percival.”

It took her a second, but he saw when it clicked. “The P! You’re named after your father?”

“And his father before him. I’m Percival Colton the third.”

A slow smile transformed her lips. “So, can I call you Percy?”

“Not if you want me to answer.”

“Fair enough.” She paused, and then said, “You know, if it makes you feel any better, if we ever got married—”

“When.”

“What?”

“When, not if.” That was a clarification he wanted out in the open.

“That’s still up for debate.”

He placed a hand to his heart. “You wound me.”

Ivy rolled her eyes. “Ifwe ever got married, your secret would’ve been revealed anyway.”

“Just promise we can stop the madness. When we have a son—”

“If.”

“When.”

“What if we have all girls?”

The image of a gaggle of blond-haired, gray-eyed girls running around the house, quoting trivia, and sassing him had him smiling. The image did not suck. “Okay, I’ll give you that one.Ifwe have a boy, he will not be Percival Colton the fourth.”

“This is a very weird conversation even for me.”

“I fucking love this conversation.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Why?”

“Because the fact we’re even having it means you’re thinking about marrying me and having my babies.”

“Hmmm.”

“Is that a good hmmm or a bad hmmm?” Because though Ivy may think they were joking, the seed had been planted, and he was going to water the shit out of it until it became a reality.

“It means, you made a good point, and I’m not sure I like it.”

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