Page 69 of Bad Boy for Hire
“Mostly good.” This was dangerous ground, but he tried his best to lighten the mood. “Like in The Princess Bride when Westley is mostly dead?” He was hoping for a smile, but she didn’t give him one.
“When were you planning on telling me about the crib?”
Fuck. Thanks, Lou.
“Oh, that.”
“Yes, that.”
“Ant is the best man for the job.”
“Obviously. I’m not questioning your choice of craftsman.” A delicate wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows. “You told me we weren’t making plans. Don’t you think a crib counts as a plan?”
“Well, no.”
“You don’t think I should be involved in the discussion of where our baby sleeps?”
“It wasn’t like that. I don’t want you to worry about anything. We have?—”
“Plenty of time. So I’ve heard.”
“What? We do.” He gave her a smile to test the waters.
She offered a slow blink.
“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t mention the crib.” He hugged her shoulders. “I didn’t want you making eight hundred choices when keeping dry crackers down in the morning is Mission: Impossible.”
A hint of a smile curved her mouth. That was more like it.
“Do you want to talk about this now? If so, I am in. Who the hell needs to watch Asher Knight live on stage, anyway?”
She was fighting a laugh, he could tell.
Xavier made a show of taking in their surroundings. “I think we can squeeze through that family of six and then hang a right. Those trees would probably block the sound and give us some privacy.”
She tagged his chest. When she left her palm there, warming his pec, he took it as a personal win.
“I’ll do whatever you want. I’m at your mercy,” he told her.
She looked up at him, as beautiful as ever, even with fatigue lining her features. “If you introduce me to Asher Knight, I will overlook this misstep.”
“Are you kidding? We’re best buds.”
She knew that he’d met Asher in passing a few times. Hell, Elliott probably knew him better than Xavier did, given the rock star was a regular at Cup of Jo’s.
May rolled her eyes. “You’re hard to stay mad at, you know.”
“That’s good news for me.”
“Next time baby furniture comes up, include me in the conversation, okay?”
“Done.” He leaned down to kiss her, and she tipped her chin to accept. Then Asher Knight took the stage to a screaming crowd.
May pinched Xavier’s side and pointed at the stage, a silent reminder of what he’d promised—and that she wasn’t about to let him off the hook.
Chapter Twenty
“I cannot believe you have a signed T-shirt from Asher Knight.” Jewell greedily eyeballed May’s graphic tee.
