Page 111 of Against All Odds

“She faked it and then his dumb ass stabbed himself.”

“Because one day on this earth without her was too much. I know the feeling.”

Yes, it was. It hurts and I’ve felt that in the last few weeks while being away from him.

I hold on to the side of the door and let out a long breath. “It is the most tragic love story.”

Everett takes a moment, his dark-brown eyes taking me in. “These are for you.”

I take the flowers and inhale deeply. “Thank you. They’re beautiful. Do you want to come in?”

He nods and I push the door open, then walk into the kitchen to put the flowers in water. Everett comes behind me, placing his hands on my hips. I close my eyes for a heartbeat and let him cocoon me.

All the things we said to each other in the hospital come back. The fact that we both confessed our desires, that he wants the baby and me, that he wants whatever time we can have together.

It warms me.

He presses his lips to my temple. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired, but good.”

“How tired?”

“Well, I woke up about thirty minutes ago.” I lean against his chest, and he moves his arms around my middle.

“Any spotting?” The concern in Everett’s voice is enough to make me cry. The damn hormones and his sweetness.

I shake my head. “No, it stopped.”

“Good. I have a proposition for you?”

Oh, this will be good. I turn my head up to look at him. “And what might that be?”

“Tonight, we’re going on a date. A real one where I come pick you up, we go out, and then maybe you’ll get lucky, if you play your cards right.”

I snort a laugh, and he lets me turn completely to face him. “I think you’re a sure thing.”

“Probably, but I might play hard to get, you never know.”

It’s amazing to me that some woman didn’t come in here and claim his heart. He’s so damn perfect. However, I’m grateful no one did.

“Okay, so a date tonight?” I ask, leaning in closer.

“Yes. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“And what are you thinking for this date? Just so I know how to dress.”

“We’ll start with dinner.” He kisses me. “And then dessert.” Another kiss. “And plan for a sleepover.”

I loop my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I’m not a sleepover kind of girl.”

“I think that’s a lie, but humor me anyway. Give me a chance to show you that there’s a lot more to me than just my hot body and amazing cock.”

I giggle and rub my nose against his. “Oh boy, now I’m intrigued. I didn’t know you were holding out on me.”

Just then my phone rings, breaking the moment, and I sigh. “Ugh! I always have the worst timing. I need to get that. Ana calls me every day at noon. She was late, it seems.”

She was probably doing God knows what with her husband.

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