Page 93 of Cocky Biker

She hesitated, then, “Yeah, it’s a bit late for condoms.”

“Thank the dear Lord above.” He reached down and slid his arm behind her thighs. He then swooped her up.

“Wyatt!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him.

“You’re going to be the most satisfied, pampered pregnant lady in all of California … heck, the USA.” He strode past the pile of tires and the van to the steps. “That’s a promise.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re gonna like this all right.”

Her happiness was pure. The heroes in her books could take a hike. No longer did she need a prince or a duke or an earl to fulfill her fantasies—though they were good for inspiration. Yeah, she’d remember that.

As she was carried upward, it was as if she were flying. A baby. A fiancé. A new life in California. This moment had been worth the heartache and worth the wait.

Wyatt was worth waiting a lifetime for.

Thank goodness she hadn’t needed to.

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