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“Give us a minute!” Nova shouts back. “I have on boots and tights.”

I glare at her and she bursts into laughter. “Your face.”

I pull her into my arms and enjoy the feel of her body trembling against mine as she laughs. I’ll be the butt of her joke every day for the rest of my life as long as I can feel her in my arms at the end of the day.

Chapter 29

Oops – when you accidentally tell your baby daddy the truth

Nova

Ifrown at my phone. The date can’t be right. I can’t be nearly twenty-four weeks pregnant already. There must be a mistake.

I open my work calendar to check the date when I met Hudson at theHideaway Haven Resortto convince him to giveFive Fathoms Brewinga try. There it is –convince the grump to buy our beeris written in bold and underlined in my agenda. I write down the date before checking my pregnancy tracker app.

“Ugh!” I throw my phone on the table when I realize I didn’t make a mistake. I am nearly twenty-four weeks pregnant.

“What’s wrong?”

I grasp my chest and whirl around to face Hudson. “Where did you come from?”

“The same place I come from every morning.”

He runs every morning. Too bad the weather has gotten colder. I miss watching sweat roll down his naked abs.

“But it’s raining.”

“An athlete doesn’t stop training because it’s raining.”

But Hudson isn’t an athlete anymore. He’s a resort owner. Does he miss playing in the NFL? Does he wish he wasn’t back home on Smuggler’s Hideaway? Does he long for the glitz and glamor of being a star?

“What’s wrong?” He repeats his question before I have the chance to quiz him.

“I didn’t say anything is wrong.”

“You threw your phone on the table.”

“It’s my prerogative to throw my phone wherever I want.”

“Fine.” He stalks toward me, grabs my hand, and pulls me out of the chair. “I’ll sex it out of you.”

“Sex it out of me? Is this a proper term?”

“Don’t give a shit what it’s called.”

He lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bedroom. “Do you want to shower with me or shall I just eat you out now before I shower?”

Despite knowing he’s using sex to get information from me, my body tingles in response to his question. I love it when Hudson puts his mouth on me. The man sure knows how to use his mouth. But a shower with him is also good. I love touching his muscles when they’re hot and wet from water pouring down on us.

“Um…” I bite my lip. “Can I have both?”

“I’m not going down on you in the shower again. I nearly drowned last time.”

“It’s not my fault.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “It’s not your fault you shoved my face into the drain?”

“I didn’t shove your face into the drain.” My cheeks heat. It’s possible I got carried away. It’s his fault. He got me worked up and I needed release before I burst.

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