Page 25 of On Thin Ice

I shrugged. “Um. I’m hungry.”

His chuckle washed over me, and my body clenched. Freaking hell. This man.

“Ally.”

“Yes,” I practically whispered.

“I’m invested.”

“Dom,” I started, unsure of what I wanted to say, but he cut me off.

“I mean it, I’m invested, Ally. Look, I know I fucked up, but I’m going to be here for both of you in whatever capacity you let me. Just don’t forget that, okay? And I’m glad you’re watching my games.”

I rolled my eyes at the last part and ignored my rapidly beating heart for the rest of it. He was worming his way into our liveswith these conversations, and I didn’t know if I fully trusted myself to believe everything that he was saying.

“It was on my feed,” I grumbled.

He flashed me that brain-stopping grin of his.

“Sure it was. Now, go make your lunch and make sure you miss watching my game tomorrow night, too.”

“You’re so annoying,” I griped, unable to stop my smile.

“I have to get to practice. Maybe we can talk tonight if you want,” he said.

How he managed to sound both cocky and nervous made no sense. It also shouldn’t be adorable. I snorted, clearly losing my mind.

“What’s funny?” he asked.

“Nothing. Just baby brain,” I said, trying to brush him off.

“Um, okay. Enjoy the rest of your day and we’ll talk soon, okay?”

“Yeah. Bye,” I said, ending the call before I said anything else that I would regret.

My phone pinged.

Dom: If you’re up for it tonight, we could FaceTime and watchThe Bourne Identity.

Calm your ass, you dumb heart.

Ally: Maybe. I get tired a lot earlier these days.

Dom: I wish we could watch it together. In the same room.

I set my phone down, fearing how I would respond because part of me stupidly wanted exactly that.

He was too damn charming for my own good. I was not going to fall for him.

I shook my head. We were just finding our footing again and reading more into what was actually there was not a good idea. I couldn’t help but think about our history. The years of back-and-forth flirting, the claim that we were never going further than that. Our one night together two years ago, after which we declared one and done.

But that one and done had only lasted until last year at my brother’s wedding. Too much champagne and dancing, and we’d fallen into bed. And it’d been amazing. So much better than our first time together.

So we’d agreed to two and done.

And then last March happened.

I looked down at my belly. I would never regret any of it because I was going to have this little girl.

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