Page 97 of Immoral

Killian:Yeah, just something about later today. Can you have Cara check her phone?

Me:Done. See you in a few.

"Cara, check your phone," I shout then slide into my shoes. I secure my watch to my wrist then go to the table. I take a few mouthfuls of scrambled eggs, toast, and the bacon I don't think Cara even touched.

She walks out, and I do a double take. The dress fits her like a glove, hugging her curves in all the right places and giving her the perfect amount of cleavage. She has on a pair of blood-red ankle boots and the ruby bracelet I gave her years ago.

"Wow! You look amazing," I tell her.

Her smile is so bright, it lights up the room. She holds out her necklace. "Thanks. Can you help me with this? I can't seem to clasp it."

"Sure. You want this?" I ask, handing her the bacon.

She wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. "No."

"What's wrong? Since when don't you like bacon?"

"Don't you think it smells funny?"

I glance back at the tray of bacon, sniff it, then look at my tesoro. "No. It's delicious, too."

She steps back. "No bacon today."

"Okay, then." I put the bacon down, wipe my hands, then move her hair over her shoulder. I take the matching necklace and secure it then kiss the back of her neck. "How old were we when I gave you these?"

She spins into me and shrugs. "I think you were in your twenties, and I was barely legal."

"Sounds about right. I'm glad you kept them."

She touches the gem hanging below her neck. "They're timeless."

I lean down and kiss her. "They sure are. Everything okay with Arianna?"

"Yes. One of the vendors never got their order delivered. Arianna just wanted me to okay the substitution. Thankfully it isn't any of the model requirements. No biggie."

"Well, that's good. God forbid they should drink the wrong type of water or something," I jest.

Cara smirks. "Yep. God forbid. Are you ready?"

"Let me brush my teeth," I reply then go into the bathroom. I quickly brush then swish with mouthwash. I spit it out, wipe my mouth, then join Cara. "Let's go." I grab her hand and lace my fingers between hers. We go through my wing and down the stairs.

Killian and Arianna are sitting on the bench waiting for us. Arianna's pale. Her belly looks a lot larger than a few weeks ago. Killian hands her a bottle of water.

"You okay?" I fret.

"She just has a little morning sickness, that's all," Killian relays while she takes a sip.

More concern fills me. "Isn't she past that stage?"

Killian shakes his head. "The doctor said it's fine for it to come back in the last trimester. He said it happens to a small portion of his patients." He pushes a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"Do you need anything else? Ginger or something?" Cara asks.

Arianna shakes her head. The color slowly returns to her cheeks. "I'm okay. I have some ginger suckers in my bag if I need them."

"Ginger suckers?" I question.

"They help with nausea," Arianna replies.

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