Page 50 of Her Last Hope
“Hang on,” Leandra said as she marched over to where Hollywood leaned up against the wall, holding his bloody nose.
“She’s not going to do it, is she?” Dylan asked.
“I think she is.” Nick smiled.
“Do what?” Ramey asked.
“I’d cover your ears if I were you, little brother.” Nick knew it was so terribly wrong to let her, but damn, the man did violate her.
She bent over, reaching between Hollywood’s legs.
He let out a high-pitched squeal.
“That’s for grabbing me.”
Hollywood screamed like a dying pig.
“And that’s for making my man bleed.”
She stood, turning on her heels, brushing her hands together as if she were washing away dirt. “We can go now.”
“Remind me never to piss off your girlfriend,” Ramey muttered.
Nick’s heart swelled with a combination of pride and terror.
They still had unfinished business, and no way in hell was he letting her just walk out of his life.
Ever.
11
Four weeks later…
Nick propped his pillow up, staring at the waterfall of hair flowing over his chest, Leandra’s arm draped over his bare stomach.
He glanced out the window of his brother’s guest room. Custom built homes on acre lots lined along the palm-tree-dotted quiet Orlando street.
Logan living in the ’burbs, about to get married, and with a baby on the way.
Life and it’s strange turn of events.
Leandra let out a soft purr as she stretched. “What time is it?”
“Almost nine.” He brushed her hair from her face.
“Why’d you let me sleep so late?” Her eyelids fluttered.
“You need it.” He smiled. “Ready to meet my mother?”
“No.” She pulled the sheet over her head. “Can’t it wait until your brother’s wedding?”
“That’s not for another month.” Nick laughed. “Come on, it can’t be worse than how I met your parents. I mean, really. Nice introduction.” He tugged at the covers, tilting her chin. “Hey, Mom and Dad, this is Nick, and oh, by the way, I’m pregnant, and it’s his.”
She smiled. “I was just killing two birds with one stone. I don’t know who looked more shocked. You or my dad. But really, it’s not like you didn’t know it was possible.”
“So not the point.” He brought his mouth to hers, pressing his tongue between her lips. After everything had gone down in Miami, he’d gone back to New York with her for a few days before he was sent on another assignment, which took a week. When he returned, she’d dropped the bomb, one he hoped she’d drop, but the idea he would be a father still rattled his nerves.
Especially when he’d yet to tell the baby’s mother that he loved her.
