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But Owen has other plans, sliding my top up a few more inches. The man couldn’t care less that this is not a private lounge. Anyone can walk in at any moment. “Nope. Not waiting.”

His mouth presses against my abdomen, and my knees buckle as he tongues from one side to the other, his hands holding me fast.

“I’m kissing every inch of you tonight, so you’d better be prepared.”

I hear the keypad of the lounge only moments before the door swings open, and I scramble away from Owen, adjusting my shirt and praying that our esteemed leader, Dr. Watts, didn’t see anything too untoward.

“Sorry,” I bumble, smoothing my hair. “I—Dr. Stevens was helping me with a medical situation.”

Dr. Watts smirks, walking over to the coffeemaker. “Would that medical situation be the baby you’re carrying?”

“You know, too?” Damn, here I thought I was slick.

“No one has a stomach virus for that long, Lu. I had a feeling Dr. Stevens was the father. Congratulations, you two.”

“He’s not—”

“Thank you. We’re excited,” Owen proclaims.

And there it is. Our boss, the woman who, in theory, signs both of our checks, now knows I’m carrying the new cardiologist’s baby.

Unemployment, here I come.

You know in cartoons when the character’s eyes bug out of their skull? That’s me right now.

“Don’t look so stricken, Lu. You two are hardly the first doctor and nurse couple,” Dr. Watts comments, sipping her coffee.

“Right,” I mumble.

“How far along are you?”

“Ten weeks,” Owen replies, and I drop my gaze to him. How the hell is he so calm? There he sits, a grin plastered across his face, and his hand somehow linked with mine. I don’t even remember that happening. I know the feeling of his warm digits enveloping my fingers makes everything right with the world. At least for the moment.

Dr. Watts exits the break room, granting us a few more moments of privacy.

“You’d better get back,” I remind him, my gaze focused on our intertwined digits.

“True. I’ll see you later tonight. Be safe, Tally. You two are precious to me.”

I bite back a smile as he opens the door. “Owen?”

“Yeah?”

I close the distance between us, shutting the door and claiming his mouth with my own. “I forgot to tell you something. I love you. Very much.”

My admission is risky; it lays my heart bare. But the smile stretching across his face and the way he kisses me back reassures me it’s the right choice.

“I love you, Darlin.” His hands caress my stomach. “Both of you.”

31

Tally

“Spill it, Lu.” Stefani pushes a cup of tea under my nose, a wry smirk on her lips. “You were all smiles when you left here yesterday, but today, you’re a scowly puss again.”

I lift the lid off the tea and take a sip of the scalding liquid. It may remove the top layer of skin inside my mouth, but at least it buys me a few minutes to figure out how to explain the last twenty-four hours. “Shit, that’s hot.”

“It’s supposed to be hot. Stop avoiding the question.”

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