Page 73 of Not the Bodyguard's Widow
“I think it’s an entire rugby team.”
Kick.
“That will not make more room in there. I could sing, but it would probably hurt your mama’s ears.”
Kick.
“Oh.” Kimberly rubbed where her ribs met the bulge.
“That’s not a very nice way to treat the woman I love.”
“What?”
“I said he shouldn’t—”
Kimberly put her hand on Alex’s cheek. “Do you really?”
Alex covered Kimberly’s hand, keeping it in place as he stood. “Yes. I’ve been saying it for weeks now, but only when you are sleeping.”
“I thought I was dreaming. I think I heard you.”
“I know it is probably too soon—”
Kimberly covered his mouth with her own before he could say anything stupid. Alex buried one hand in her hair, pulling her close. The kiss was worth the wait. Alex slid his arm around her waist and deepened the kiss.
Kick.
Kimberly pulled back and laughed. “Now he got you in the stomach.”
“You’re sure she isn’t a girl? A boy wouldn’t have interrupted our kiss.”
“Stay with me tonight?” A blush bloomed in her cheeks.
“Really?”
Kimberly nodded. “Just to sleep. We can’t—”
“But we can kiss.” Alex bent his head and pulled his wife into another kiss, ignoring the protests of the baby, who kicked him soundly in the gut.
* * *
Kimberly slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. If baby wasn’t kicking her ribs, he was bouncing on her bladder. As she exited the en-suite bathroom, she took a moment to study her husband in the early morning light creeping through the window. At some point he’d changed into a pair of pajama pants, his shirt gone. Kimberly covered her mouth. If she’d seen him with his shirt off earlier... but that wasn’t love. He’d said he loved her. Kimberly tried to find the words to say it back, but the lie she had uttered so many times with Jeremy wouldn’t come.
Did she love him or need him?
Whatever chemicals his kisses had released in her brain had soothed her more than any box of chocolates. Waking to find him protectively curled around her made her feel safer than the secret room downstairs ever could. But was that love?
Rather than climb back in bed and lose herself in his arms, Kimberly gathered her things to take a shower.
And locked the door.
* * *
Andrew paced the family room. They’d postponed the visit to Abbie’s because of the suits still watching the house. Uncle Donovan had confirmed the men were not employed by the bureau, but since they hadn’t done anything illegal yet, there wasn’t much they could do except wait.
Adam tapped on his tablet. “We can play musical cars with them.”
“What if they follow the right car?” asked Kimberly from the recliner.
