Page 49 of Unwilling Vow (Mafia Marriages 4)

I laugh under my breath. “You can’t be serious!”

“What? You didn’t think the little jellybean doesn’t need a gold pacifier?”

My eyelids narrow, and he grins.

“How about I take you somewhere,” I say and hold out my hands for the car keys as we walk back to his vehicle.

“You want to drive my car?” he asks. “You could just give me directions.”

“You could just hand me the keys,” I say.

Why is he being stubborn? It’s just a car, and he has plenty more in his garage.

Jace jingles the keys just above my hand for a second before I snatch them into my palm.

“Come on, I’ll take you shopping, but I don’t know what you need or where you intend to put it at home.” The man has already spent the equivalent of my salary on baby purchases online.

He chuckles under his breath. “Point taken, but I still want to get out tonight.”

“Oh, so this was your way to get me out on a date?” I tease as I approach his car. I unlock the doors and let myself into the driver’s side.

His eyes widen, and his ears redden at my suggestion. “I wasn’t suggesting this is a date, Olivia. If I wanted it to be a date, I’d have been forward and asked you out.”

A smile falls from my face as I climb into the car and get behind the wheel. “Right,” I say.

I avoid his stare as I adjust the mirrors and then start the engine, pulling out into traffic.

The car practically drives itself. I hadn’t realized that when I’d been the passenger. “I’ve taken a pause at dating,” Jace says.

I’m not sure why he’s explaining his dating life or lack thereof to me, maybe because I put him on the spot.

“It’s fine. It’s not any of my business,” I say. I head toward the nearest big box store for baby things. While Jace has practically everything in terms of setting up the nursery, there aren’t many clothes that he’s purchased. A few outfits for a newborn, but an infant can go through multiple changes of clothes in one day.

“While it may not be your business, I feel like I should explain,” Jace says.

I let him talk while I focus on the road and getting us to the destination.

“You’re living under my roof, carrying my child. It wouldn’t feel right bringing random women home.”

“They don’t have to be random,” I say, shooting him a look. Is that all he does, sleep around and have one-night stands?

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