Page 77 of What if It's Us

“I can’t help it.” I shrug, giving them all a relenting glance. “I took an ovulation test before I got ready for bed last night because I just had this feeling and it came back positive. So,I uh…” I grin into my cold brew. “I knocked on his door last night.”

Corrigan gasps. “You did?”

“Yeah you did!” Ella claps her hands excitedly. She pushes her palms together and begs, “Please tell me when he opened his door, he immediately swept you off your feet and spent the entire night doing all kinds of filthy-dirty-but-oh-so-good things to you. Please, Marlee. I really just need to know that somewhere in that super nice golden retriever of a man is this rough, dirty-talking, flip-you-every-which-way, I’ll-fuck-you-seven-ways-to-Sunday kind of guy.”

My body hums at the memory.

My legs remember every single position.

My hips recall each and every thrust.

My insides still drip with the aftermath of each orgasm.

I pull my lips over my teeth to keep from smiling too hard but nod and tell Ella, “It was…something like that.”

Layken peers over her coffee, eyes landing on me. “Damn. No wonder you’re glowing like you just won a Stanley Cup for yourself and found out Ryan Reynolds is your doula.”

Ryan Reynolds? Nah.

Betty White? Now you’re talking.

“Guys, we should probably not do this here.”

“We’re literally in a hockey arena, Marlee,” Blakely reminds me. “If this isn’t the most apropos place to talk about banging Ledger Dayne into temporary cardio failure, what is?”

Ella laughs. “It does feel thematically appropriate.”

“We didn’t…bang.”

Yes we did.

We totally did.

Many times.

Many different ways.

“He helped me make a baby,”I correct with as straight of a face as possible. “We were responsible. Mature. Strategic even.”

“Sure,” Ella says. “So, what strategy did you go with exactly? The old one leg over the shoulder? Doggie style perhaps?”

“Bodhi likes reverse cowgirl,” Corrigan states like we’re talking about everyone’s favorite salad dressing. “That’s pretty strategic.”

Layken nods in agreement. “And so was the third timeextrastrategic or just for science?”

“How did you even know there was a third and fourth time?” I ask completely dumbfounded. “Did he tell you already?”

Layken sits back in her chair, tipping her coffee to her lips and swallowing with a smirk. “Nah, girl, but you just did.”

Fuck me.

I bring a palm to my forehead and shake my head.

So much for keeping anything from these ladies.

Blakely elbows me gently. “So... is this still just a baby-making arrangement? Or are you starting to catch the feels?”

“I don’t catch feelings,” I tell her defensively. “I…encounter them. Occasionally.”

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