Page 175 of Bride By Coronation

She picks up her knife and fork, cuts a piece off, and pops it in her mouth. "Mmm."

"Told you," I boast, then take a bite, groaning.

"It's so good," Fiona adds, putting the salad on her fork and stating, "It's interesting how the salad looks like brown mush."

"It's good, though," I claim.

She eats it and nods. "It's delicious. I can never get eggplant dishes to turn out very well."

"Do you like to cook?" I ask.

She nods. "Yes. But I hate cleaning up."

"Tell you what, you cook and I'll clean up," I offer.

Her lips twitch. "Really?"

"Yes. Of course."

She suggests, "Or, we could cook and clean up together."

"Deal," I agree, feeling the warmth in my chest expand even further.

We eat silently for a few minutes, and Salambek slips in to give us more cocktails. He leaves, and we return to eating.

Fiona takes a sip of her Morrocotini and then puts her fork down. She pats her napkin on her lips, then turns toward me.

"Everything okay?" I question.

She hesitates.

My chest tightens. I put my silverware down and encourage, "Whatever it is, say it."

She opens her mouth, shuts it, then puts her hand on my inner thigh.

My cock springs back to life. I warn, "Careful where you put your hand, little bird. We might get arrested."

She teases me further by caressing her fingers higher, then leans into me. "So..."

"So?" I arch my eyebrows.

She bites on her lips, staring at me.

"You're making me nervous," I admit.

She softly laughs.

"Glad I can amuse you," I murmur.

She laughs again, then she goes serious. She finally says, "So you're okay if I get off my birth control?"

My stomach flips.

Stop being a pussy.

I put my arm around her and stroke her bicep, asking, "Are you sure you're ready for a baby?"

She slowly nods.

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