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“That’s what I want.” His eyes sparkled with emotion. “You know it is.”

“And Wyatt makes me happy. You have to see that, Teddy.”

“I can’t.”

“So get to know him.”

“She could do worse.” Brooklyn popped the lid on a bottle of beer and took a slug. “Want one?” she asked Belle.

“No, I’m good thanks.”

Teddy was silent.

“Seriously, get to know him,” Belle said. “We can all grab a beer together tomorrow, when you’re feeling better.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with me now that a beer wouldn’t fix. Or a whisky.” Teddy’s scowl deepened.

“Tell that to your legs. You just about fell over when you went for a piss.” Brooklyn shook her head. “You’re staying there, on that bed, ’til morning.”

“Dictatorial old lady this one.” Teddy rolled his eyes.

“So we’ll all get a drink tomorrow?” Belle asked.

“That might be pushin’ it.” Teddy’s shoulders relaxed, just a fraction. “But perhaps I won’t thump him when I see him. Give him a chance to show me he’s not an asswipe.”

“He’s not. I promise.” Belle stood and pressed a kiss to his head. “Thanks, Teddy, and feel better soon.”

“Just don’t get knocked up by him,” Teddy said. “That’s the last thing you need right now.”

She swallowed, her throat suddenly tight. “I won’t.”

Brooklyn raised her eyebrows at her. A silent question.

“Thanks for taking care of him,” Belle said, not wishing to discuss pregnancy any further. “I appreciate it.”

“He’s a Barbarian. It’s my job.” Brooklyn sipped her drink. “See you tomorrow, Belle. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Chapter Sixteen

Belle left Teddy’s motel room and stood in the parking lot, staring up at a full moon. Shadows and craters were clear, and around it, a golden halo shone brightly. It was so pretty. So permanent. The moon went through its cycle each month unchanged, a timepiece that needed no winding.

Would she get through her cycle unchanged? Or was a tiny Belle and Wyatt beginning to grow right now?

She touched her belly. For years, she’d feared pregnancy. It had felt so wrong—the time, the man, her stage in life. But now…

Stop it. It’s way too early to think like this.

But what if Wyatt was her Mr. Right? The guy the stars above had aligned for her? If that were the case, then a baby wouldn’t matter. In fact, a baby would be perfect.

Perfect. As if.

She tore her gaze from the moon and walked toward their room. Before there were any more thoughts of babies, there was the act of making them to practice. And it was about time they got started.

A fizz of anticipation winged through her as she pushed open the door.

The room was in semi-darkness. Quiet. Wyatt lay on the bed, a white sheet pulled up to his waist.

And he was reading.

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