Page 63 of On Thin Ice

Sin walked over. “We can totally assemble that without it. Tally, switch places with me and go finish the bookcase.” He held up the Allen wrench to Tally.

“We should follow the instructions,” Tally replied, eyeing Sin as he took the tool from him.

“Nah. I’ve got this. Expert furniture assembler, remember?”

“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” I asked.

Sin took the manual from Micah and tossed it aside.

Chapter 12

ALLY

My stomach churned as I made my way toward baggage claim. Between packing my place and dealing with my family’s justifiable concerns about me moving four states away, it’d been a whirlwind nine days since I’d agreed to move to Denver.

Ethan paid the rent on my apartment for the remainder of my lease in case I needed to come home in a hurry, for which I was beyond grateful. And Darcy had agreed to swing by my place every so often and check-in. Having that safety net made the idea of moving and the changes it would bring less scary.

Fortunately, work hadn’t been an issue. HR just updated my address and confirmed the two days I was taking off to get resettled. I was grateful for how easy my company had been to deal with. One less headache was exactly what I needed right now.

But my nerves were still a jumbled mess. Was this a mistake? Would we survive living together? Would my baby brain and crazy hormones drive both of us mad? Could my bladder survive sharing one bathroom?

That last one was probably my biggest issue. The pregnant person’s bladder waited for no one.

I was almost relieved that he had to leave for a weeklong road trip the next day. I could situate myself without him in the space too. But was I going to end up lonely from the very first day I was there?

No, I reminded myself. Brooke had already reached out to schedule a lunch date, and I was looking forward to catching up with Harper soon. Plus, Darcy planned to visit in a few weeks.

It was going to be fine.

I adjusted my backpack as I stepped onto the escalator. I could do this.

As the baggage area came into view, I saw Dom. He was leaning against a wall and was watching me. I sucked in a breath as he pushed away from the wall and walked toward the bottom of the escalator.

Dammit.

Why was his moving toward me so hot? His deep brown eyes were locked on mine, and a small smile played at his full lips. I felt a twinge low in my stomach, and it wasn’t the diva.

Nonononono. This was not good.

We were platonic roommates, nothing more.

Nothing. More.

I wasn’t blind. The man was hot as hell. But I could resist him.

My laugh came out as a squeak.

Nope. I could do this. I placed my hand on my belly, feeling her flutter under my touch. I could do this. For her.

There would be no kissing.

Absolutely none. One hundred billion percent.

And then I was stepping off the escalator, and he was pulling me into his arms. And I froze while my heart beat stupid fast.

He smelled fantastic, and my nipples tightened. I forced down a groan. Or maybe it was going to be a moan.

Dammit, Ally.

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