Page 36 of Phoenix

“That’s Savage,” I muttered.

“Talon,” he corrected, telling her his first name.

My brow shot up.

“Um, Tamara,” she replied softly.

“We need your help,” Lainie said as she climbed back out of the booth.

I was about to respond, but Savage cut me off.

“Let’s go to my office,” he suggested. From his tone, it didn’t sound like a request.

He grabbed Tamara’s hand and marched toward the door that led to the back of the bar.

Lanie glanced up at me curiously, but I just shrugged, so she sighed and scampered after her friend.

“This is going to be interesting,” Lindsay said, her voice filled with mirth.

“Yeah,” I agreed as I turned around. I snapped my laptop shut, knowing Savage was gonna be too occupied to finish the books for a while. “Let’s get you home for that foot rub.”

* * *

Lindsay groaned softlyand shifted on the bed, trying to find a position that didn’t have her wincing. She was all curves and glow and softness. Her belly was round with our baby, and her legs were tangled in the sheets. My shirt barely fit over the swell of her stomach, and I loved it. Seeing the proof that she was mine, that I’d done my fucking job and bred my woman—like the caveman she accused me of being.

“You need me, baby?” I asked, watching her with sympathy.

Her frustrated sigh punched straight into my chest. “I just can’t get comfortable.”

I was across the room in two strides, kneeling on the mattress beside her. “Roll toward me.”

She did so slowly, and I slipped a pillow between her knees. Then I climbed onto the bed and lay down behind her. I cupped her belly, holding her close and kissing her shoulder. “There. Better?”

“Mmm. Yeah.”

I stroked a hand over her side. “I can make it even better.”

She let out a soft laugh. “I bet you can.” Then she paused, and her voice was soft and sweet when she added, “He kicked earlier. When I said your name.”

My heart nearly stopped. “He did?”

“He knows you already.”

I dropped my forehead against her back and let out a breath that shook. My hand splayed even wider, possessively over her belly. When I felt another little thump under my hand, I nearly forgot how to breathe.

Lindsay’s eyes shimmered as she looked back at me over her shoulder. “You okay?”

I nodded slowly. “More than okay.” I bent down and kissed her shoulder, then her lips. “You’re in our bed, wearing my ring, carrying our kid.” I kissed her neck again, rougher this time. “And you still don’t understand how deep this runs, do you?”

Lindsay turned in my arms, her breath catching as I pushed the hem of my shirt up and kissed the top of her bump.

“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” I murmured, brushing my mouth along her skin.

She bit her lip, and her breath caught as my hands slid along her thighs.

“You like being mine?” I asked softly. “Letting me take care of you, keep you safe, put this baby in you?”

She nodded, cheeks flushed. “Yes.”

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