Page 179 of Chasing Sparks

How come I never noticed the chill before? Oh, right—probably because I was too busy overheating during my numerous sexual escapades with Asher Hammond.

Hey, he knows how to keep a woman’s blood pumping … for hours on end.

And Merlin is an unwilling snuggle partner, especially since I’m intent on stealing the warm spot he’s created in the middle of the bed.

“You have fur. I guarantee you’re warmer than I am.”

Yes, I’m arguing with a cat, and judging by the side-eye he’s throwing my way, I’m losing.

“Fine,” I mutter as Merlin curls tighter into his space, clearly unmoved by my plight. “See if I bring you tuna treats again.”

The door swings open, and Ash steps in, huffing out a breath. “Well, this won’t do.”

“What?” I snap, sitting up and shooting him an annoyed look.

“It’s too cold in here.”

Of course, he’s right, but I’m in no mood to admit it.

“I have blankets.”

“That’s not enough. I’ll sleep in here. You can take my bed.”

“Ash, I don’t need rescuing. Go enjoy your night.”

He pauses, tilting his head as if trying to decide whether an argument is worth it. But then he rubs the back of his neck, a common tell that he’s reining himself in. “All right. I’ll grab you extra blankets, though I’m a much better heater.”

No argument there.

“Thanks,” I mutter, glaring at the quilt like it’s personally offended me.

Ash sits on the edge of the bed, tipping my chin up with his hand. “Hey. Smile, beautiful.”

“What for?”

“Aren’t you excited?”

I was, but you ensured that emotion didn’t last long.

“No, because I’m breadfruit.”

Ash blinks, his brow furrowing. “Huh? What the hell does that mean?”

“Nothing. Inside joke. Ignore me. Probably just hormones.”

“Ori …” He leans closer, his expression softening. “Please be excited. We’re having a baby.”

“I know.”

He takes my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over my cheeks. His breath hitches for a moment, like he’s weighing every word. “We’re having a baby. You and me. How fucking incredible is that?”

Despite my inner turmoil, I smile, the warmth of his touch breaking through my defenses. “Pretty damn incredible. Thank you.”

“For what?”

I avert my gaze, plucking at a thread on the quilt. “For being supportive. I know this whole situation must be overwhelming for you. Not one, but two babies—with different mothers, neither of whom you’re dating. If it’s hard for me, I can’t imagine how much harder it is for you. So, thank you for being here.”

I chance a peek at Ash, just in time to see the smile fall from his face. Guess the truth hurts.

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