Page 103 of The Valentine's Bet

I shrug. “Whatever floats his boat.”

He laughs. “You floatmyboat.”

I swat him and roll my eyes. “Let’s make another bet.” I grin.

He steps back, narrowing his eyes at me. “What’re we supposed to bet on? Because I can already tell you that I’m going to win.”

“Oh really?” I tease, running my finger down his bare chest.

His eyes darken and he grabs my hand and pulls my lips to his in a hot kiss. “You know what that does to me.”

I giggle as I pull away and kiss his nose. “All this time and I still get to you.” I smile, thinking back to all the time we’ve spent together—and it’s still not enough. I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough of Parker.

“Back to the bet.” Parker raises his brows. “I’m way too interested in this to let anything else get in the way. What’re we betting on?”

“I bet that we’re having a boy,” I say, running my hand over my stomach.

“Ooh, I like this bet. I’ll definitely bet it’s a girl. I think the world could stand to have a few mini-yous.”

“A few?” I question, giving him a look. “Are you trying to say we’re having triplets or something?”

He burst into laughter. “Oh heck no. I don’t think I can handlethreebabies at one time. That’s a lot of poopy diapers.”

I giggle. “You’re too cute.”

He shrugs. “Yeah, yeah. What happens if I win the bet?”

I purse my lips. “Um ... I’ll let you buy a motorcycle.”

“I don’t want a motorcycle anymore. My rebel days are over now. I’m going to be a father.”

I roll my eyes. “Okay, then what do you want?”

“Just you.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “I always just want you.”

“Okay, so are we going to bet on a vacation?”

“Yeah, how about a babymoon? If I win, we’re going somewhere cold.”

I crinkle my nose. “Fair enough. If I win, we’re going to the beach.”

“Perfect,” Parker murmurs, leaning down and brushing his nose against mine. “It’s a really good thing that I like the mountainsandthe beach. I think I’ll just be thankful that I’m going with you.”

My fingers brush along his jaw, feeling the stubble from a night of no shaving. “I have to say that I love the mountains, too, but I also like the idea of having a little Parker running around.”

“Well, a girl might have my sass.” Parker chuckles, kissing the top of my head. “And a boy might have your wild ways.”

“My wild ways?” I make a face. “I’mnotwild.”

“You did dance on the coffee table after two glasses of wine last month,” Parker reasons. “It was quite a show.”

“Yeah, well, no more wine for me,” I say, reaching up and bopping him on the nose. “Not for a solid nine months, I think.”

“I’m okay with that.” He smiles, his face full of love as he gazes down at me. My heart grows warm in my chest...

And it stays that way.

Even five months later, when we’re sitting around a fire in the Colorado Rockies.

Expecting a girl.

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