Page 40 of Dirty Behavior

Holding out his arms, Dante's smile gleamed from ear to ear. “I plead the fifth.”

“Oh, you're going to opt out of agreeing with me?”

Grabbing me around my waist, he flipped me over, landing on top of me. “I'm not saying I don't agree, I'm saying it's your word against mine, and I'm choosing not to talk.”

I couldn't stop laughing.

And as we let ourselves relax for the first time in what seemed like forever, a flutter scrambled around my belly. Resting my hand on my stomach, I looked deep into his eyes.

“What?” he asked, his gaze dropping to my belly, then rising back up. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I just love you.” Kissing his lips, I reached under the corner of the mattress and pulled out a small white strip of plastic.

“What's that?”

Holding it up, I ran my hand down his cheek. “I don't know, tell me what you see. One line or two?”

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