Page 59 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

Hence getting out of the confines of the car while she was looking so damn cute.

When I rounded the front, it was to find her already standing on the ground, raising her arms up high over her head, causing her shirt to lift.

The tiniest of baby bumps swelled softly from her belly, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching forward and skimming my finger from the top of her belly to the waistband of her pants. “It’s growing.”

She smiled softly at me, then distractedly looked toward the bay.

“A dolphin!” she cried, pointing.

I looked toward the bay to where she was indicating and saw a whole bunch of nothing.

That was, until a spray of water, followed by the rounded back of a marine mammal, crested the water.

Then another. And another. And another.

“Cool.” I smiled. “That’s gonna be fun to drink coffee and watch.”

“I wish I could have coffee,” she grumbled. “I didn’t realize how much I would miss it until I couldn’t have it anymore.”

“Decaf,” I suggested. “We can start doing that.”

That sounded like hell… but if it worked for her, well, then I would drink it. I would do just about anything.

“Come on, let’s check out the inside,” I suggested.

Turns out the inside was just as good as the outside.

The inside was an open concept, the living room, dining room, kitchen, and entryway all rolled into one.

The showstopper was the wall of windows at the back of the house that looked out over the bay.

“Wow,” we both breathed at the same time. “This is… holy shit.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I murmured.

“Why would anyone ever want to sell this?” she asked. “If this were mine, I’d keep it, and live in it during the good season.”

“What constitutes a ‘good season,’ babe?” I teased.

She looked at me with shining eyes, her mouth kicked up in a small grin, and said, “When the sun shines all day long, you go outside and risk getting burned, and the two minutes of rain that happens every day that makes it feel like a swamp.”

I agreed with her.

“Let me start getting our stuff inside,” I said as I placed my phone and keys down on the counter.

She made an ‘okay’ sound and I took that as my sign that I was dismissed.

Just before I got out the door, I heard my phone ring.

“Hey, will you answer that?” I called out.

“Sure,” she said quietly.

I left to the sound of her voice saying, “Hello?”

When I got back, loaded down with all of our bags, it was to see her holding the phone out to me at the front door.

“Who is it?” I asked, walking the bags inside as well as trying not to hit her.

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