Page 35 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

“Of course they are.”

“And that dildo-cam could have been a few inches shorter. I blame them for that, too.”

“Right.”

When our drinks arrived, we did a quick cheers. “To fertility,” I said, taking a big gulp of my margarita. “God, I miss tequila.”

“Then why did you order a virgin margarita?”

“I’m trying something new. Plants and stuff. It’s supposed to keep me more groundedand connected to nature.”

“And the plant that grows the margarita is…?”

“A lime. Duh.”

“Of course.”

My spiritually awakened appetite took a nose dive when Hale ordered a steak. “Make that two,” I said, changing my order at the last second.

“Do you want thatwiththe salad or without?”

“You can cancel the salad.”

The waiter nodded and walked away. Hale arched a brow.

“Don’t judge me. Cows eat grass. I’m getting nutrients from somewhere.”

He held up his hands. “I never told you to eat plants and give up alcohol or meat. I like you happy and a little drunk.”

I pursed my lips. “That’s because I’m a cheap date.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” He lifted my left hand and traced his thumb over my wedding ring. “You’ve cost me more than any other woman.”

“Just wait. Your daughter’s been in princess training since birth.”

“She’s your daughter, too.”

“I know.” And I did know. I loved thatlittle peanut with every ounce of my heart. Sometimes, I worried it would be impossible tolove a second child as much.Elara already owned so much of my heart. “You’re lucky I’m so down to earth, otherwise you’d really have your hands full.”

He kissed my hand. “I am lucky.”

I sipped my margarita, which was really just a slurpy with an umbrella in it. “Do you think the universe gives us exactly what we need?”

“I think the powerful people have power because they know how to take control.”

That theory didn’t help us out when it came to family planning. “You can’t command everything, Hale.”

“If I covet something, I’ll stop at nothing to get it.” He touched my wedding ring again. “Case in point, I have you.”

“You’re such a sexy, savage capitalist. Tell me more, Big Daddy. ”

He sipped his old fashioned. “Men who have everything they want don’t need to brag.”

“You don’t haveeverythingyou want.”

His fingers laced with mine. “It’ll happen, Rayne.”

I wish I hadhis confidence.

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