Page 68 of Agony of Our Regret

I wiggled my brows. “I can think of other ways I’d like even better.”

His eyes darted toward the bedroom, then he shook his head. “No tempting me. I’m still trying to prove myself at the office.”

I pouted and pulled him to the door. “Then let’s get going.”

When we got out to the sidewalk, I fell into step with him. “Did you guys plan this?”

“Plan what?”

“Noah texted me this morning,” I said, and realized I never replied. “Then Vince called, and you showed up.”

He shook his head. “I had no idea. I told Vince I was heading in when I left this morning, but I didn’t even see Noah.”

“What a strange coincidence.”

“Or we all have one thing on our minds.” He lowered his eyes as I grinned. “I don’t know what’s appropriate to say, so smack me if this is wrong, but is that what people mean when they say a woman’s popped?”

I glanced down at my obvious belly. “I wore this shirt two weeks ago and couldn’t see anything, so I think so.”

His smile widened. “I like it.”

I patted his annoyingly flat, toned stomach. “Then you carry the next one.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I’d love to if I could.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Easy to say when it's impossible.”

I tugged my hand away, pulled the protein bar from my purse, and opened it before taking a bite and cringing.

“Doctor recommends more protein?” he asked.

“No,” I replied once I swallowed. “But I’m always hungry, and lately, I’ve noticed I don’t feel nearly as sick if I snack throughout the day.”

“That’s a win.”

I waved the bar. “But this is nasty.”

He pointed to a corner store. “Then let’s grab some goods. We can stock up your desk, so you don’t have to resort to those.”

“That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard.”

He winked, then took the protein bar and tossed it into a garbage bin as we passed. He began listing off options as we found the snack aisle.

“Crackers. Chocolate. Does jerky sound good?” “I bet Lemon likes fruit snacks, too.” He reached for a box before spotting another and building a stack of junk food in his arms.

“I’m pretty sure Gavin would want me to eat real fruit.”

He stopped and looked around. “I don’t see Gavin here making sure you have what you need,” he scoffed. “The two of them go on and on about how they can take care of everything and look at you. Starving. Reduced to eating those abominations Luca pretends are edible.”

He waved his hand up and down in theatrical horror.

I giggled and spotted a box of chocolate graham crackers. “Lemon needs these.”

He nodded a few times while he took the box from me and added them to the top of the pile that now reached his chin. “I won’t ever let you or Lemon go hungry.”

I shook my head and laughed as he headed toward the registers, grabbing a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels as he passed.

I’d missed him so much.

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