Page 97 of A Little Secret

“Am I in trouble?”

With a slow shake of her head, she explains, “I’m debating something.”

“And what are you debating?”

“Something…personal.”

I stop us from swaying. “What is it?”

“I haven’t decided if I’m going to change my mind or not.”

Smothering my amusement, I argue, “You can’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“You can’t dangle the bait like that.”

“What bait?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

“Who says I’m?—”

My fingers dig into her sides. The girl almost crumbles like a deck of cards, but I keep her in place, tickling the shit out of her as her legs buckle beneath her.

“No tickling!” she yells through bouts of laughter, squirming against me, her elbows fusing to her sides. “You’re gonna make me pee!”

I stop my assault and cock my head. “Are you gonna tell me?”

The same mock glare takes up her expression as she finds her feet. “Fine.” Brushing herself off, she grabs my wrists, places them at her lower waist, then wraps her arms around my neck again, urging me to continue our dance.

Once we’re swaying again, I warn, “Three. Two?—”

“Do you…” She pauses again and peeks up at me through her dark lashes.

Hell, it’s like she’s fucking begging me to kiss her, but I stay strong and push, “Yes?”

“Do you…want to go with me to my neurologist appointment next week?”

I pull back, surprised. “You want me to come?”

“I mean, no pressure, obviously, but yeah. Yeah, I think I do. He’s gonna talk about the baby, and we’re gonna come up with a game plan, and since you’re the only one who knows about everything, I figured…”

“I’d love to.” My fingers dig into her spine while I fight the urge to kiss the shit out of her all over again. This is big. She might not know it. Might not want to acknowledge it. But the invitation? Fuck, I wouldn’t miss it for anything. Not even the Stanley Cup.

Her forehead wrinkles. “Really?”

I laugh. “Yeah. Of course, I would.”

“You’re sure?”

“I told you you’re not alone, remember?”

“And you’re not saying this just because I asked and you want to get into my pants?” she challenges.

I smack her ass, and she yelps, squirming against me all over again, but I hold strong, continuing to lead our dance.

Her eyes narrow, but she gives in almost instantly. As her body relaxes against me, she points out, “You’re right. You could’ve gotten into my pants without agreeing to go to my doctor’s appointment.”

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