Page 84 of Cause of Action

She placed her hand in mine. My arm wrapped around her waist as we slowly danced in the living room.

“Do you like kids?” She blurted out.

“What?” I chuckled. “Why are you asking me that?”

“I don’t know. I saw this dad with his infant son when I was out earlier. I don’t know. He kind of reminded me of you.”

“I don’t mind kids as long as they aren’t mine.” I smirked. “I prefer my freedom and a flexible lifestyle. Perhaps that makes me a selfish man.”

The front door opened, and my brothers walked in, stopping dead in their tracks when they saw us dancing.

“May I cut in?” Parker grinned, pushing me out of the way and wrapping his arm around Morgan.

“What the fuck, douchebag?”

“Is that Mom’s famous chili I smell?” Julian asked.

“It is.”

“Awesome. We’re staying for dinner.” He patted my back.

The four of us gathered at the table and began eating.

“What do you two think about kids?” Morgan blurted out to my brothers.

“Why would you ask us that?” Parker asked.

“Roman and I were talking, and I just wondered if you shared the same views as he does,” she said.

“And why the hell were you two talking about kids?” Julian cocked his head.

“Morgan only asked because she saw a man and his kid earlier. She said he reminded her of me.”

Julian shuddered. “I, for one, do not care for children, nor do I ever want them. They’re loud and messy, and the responsibility is overwhelming. I have enough responsibilities in life as it is.”

“Kids are okay. Do I want them?” Parker said. “I never really thought about it, to be honest.”

“Enough talk about kids,” I said. “What?” I asked when I caught her staring at me.

“Nothing. I was just asking. Why are you getting so upset?”

“I’m not getting upset. We don’t need to talk about kids. That’s all.”

She stood, grabbed her empty bowl, and took it to the sink. Suddenly, rain pelted the windows as lightning and thunder struck.

“The storm is here,” she said. “Perfect time to take a nice hot bath. Roman, your chili was amazing. Thank you. Julian and Parker, I’ll see you two later.” She walked up the stairs.

“I still can’t get used to the fact that she’s staying with you,” Parker said.

“I still can’t get over the fact she asked us about kids. What the fuck was that about?” Julian narrowed his eyes at me.

“You don’t think she’s—” Parker started to speak, and I immediately cut him off.

“Come on.” I sighed. “Morgan isn’t pregnant.”

“Are you one hundred percent sure about that, bro?” Julian asked. “Morgan doesn’t seem like the type that would just ask something like that.”

“I’m one hundred percent sure,” I said, clearing the table.

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