Page 91 of Jilted

“Oh my God.”

I jumped up. “What?”

She smiled. “I felt the baby move.”

“Really?”

She reached for my hand and set it on the lower part of her belly. “Here. Let’s see if it happens again.”

We were both quiet for a few minutes, but I didn’t feel anything. Then all of a sudden, I did—a subtle shift beneath my fingers—almost like a small ball rolling, pushing against her skin. My eyes widened. “I felt it!”

“Isn’t it wild?”

I’d had five months for it to sink in that Whitney was carrying my child, and I was going to be a father. I thought it had. But something changed in that moment—and it hit me hard.I’m going to be a dad. Soon.

I looked down at my hand on her belly with a sense of wonderment. “That’s our baby.”

She laughed. “No shit, Sherlock.”

I swallowed. “We need to find a place to live. A house with a yard.”

“Us? You mean move in together?”

I nodded. “Shouldn’t we? We’re going to be a family.”

Whitney smiled. “I’ll start looking tomorrow.”

25SLOANE

“What time is your flight tonight?” I leaned closer to the mirror, brushing on mascara.

“Eight.” Wilder came up behind me. He reached around and tugged the belt to my bathrobe. It fell open, revealing that I hadn’t put on my bra yet, only my panties. He cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed, burying his head in my neck for a kiss. It felt good, but I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry.

“Don’t even think about it, Mr. Hayes. I have to get to work. I have a packed day, starting with a department meeting at nine.”

“Mr. Hayes, huh?” He nipped at my earlobe. “I like it. I vote you stay home from work and we play asshole boss/naughty employee.”

I turned to face him. Wilder didn’t budge an inch, so we were practically nose to nose. “Another day. But I’m the boss, and you’re the employee.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I really need to get ready for work. And it’s Wednesday, so tonight I have to relieve my dad at the bar at six.”

“How about I call my dad and tell him you need the day off and we stay in bed all day instead?”

“I don’t think so.”

He pouted. It was adorable, but I still needed to get to work. So I ducked under his arm and went to my closet. “What are you going to do all day?” I yelled from inside.

“I have a meeting with an agent I can’t stand at ten. He tried to get me to sign with him a dozen years ago. Now he’s representing a player I want and being difficult. I think he’s doing it on purpose because I turned him down.”

I slipped on a navy dress and a pair of cream wedges and stepped out of the closet. “That’s unprofessional.”

He shrugged. “It is what it is. I’m meeting my dad for lunch after, probably about one o’clock. Why don’t you come with us?”

I blinked a few times. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

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