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“We just might have won.”

“Good.” She grabs my face and kisses my lips until my knees are weak.

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Thirty Minutes Later

Kinsley

“Let me change, and we’ll head to work.” I twist the knob to my front door and step inside. The morning sun shines across the tile floor, leaving shadows along the edges where the light doesn’t reach.

I rotate my shoulders and sigh. This has been the longest 24 hours of my life, and it’s just beginning. I have the board to deal with, or I’ll lose the company. I have Valeria to thank for saving my life because without her calling Truman to investigate my father’s death, I’d have met the same fate.

And I wouldn’t have met Leo. I rest my hand on my stomach. Or be having a baby. Throughout all the craziness, I’ve somehow made a baby. I close my eyes.

Then, there’s the chaos of investigations, court dates, trials, and sentencing. I groan over everything that’s left to do. And who knows what else Carla has done since she started working for the company. I’ll need Leo to comb through every financial record in the building.

Leo snaps the door shut, wraps one arm around my waist, and cups the back of my head with the other. “Sweetheart, you aren’t going anywhere.”

I pop my eyes open. “But–”

“But nothing. The doctor prescribed rest for 24 hours, and you’re getting rest for 24 hours.”

I try to spin away, but he holds me in place.

“You’ve had a long night, and even if you weren’t growing our child….” He pauses and kisses my neck, sending a spark of electricity straight to my toes and lighting everything else on fire. “I’d still insist that you rest.”

“I can’t rest. I need to–”

“Shhhh.” He cradles my face. “The board is doing nothing today. Marge is in a jail cell. And I bought Curtis Bryant and Preston Quinn’s shares yesterday afternoon and signed them over to you. All you need to do is sit down on the sofa and put your feet up.”

My mouth hangs open as I stare at him. I can’t form thoughts. Let alone words. Since I’m providing nothing intellectually to the conversation, he says, “I’m taking care of you.” One corner of his mouth raises. “Fixing things is my specialty.”

My bottom lip quivers. “Yes. Yes, it is.” He not only saved me, but he also ensured my business was safe from a hostile takeover…. Before he even knew someone had kidnapped me. When I was still mad at him. “Thank you. I don’t…. I won’t ever be able to repay you.”

“Smitten, all I need is for you to love me. I have all the money I could ever need. Way more than I could ever spend. But I didn’t have someone to trust. Someone who would love me for who I was inside and not how much money I had in the bank. And you’re giving me a family. Something I never thought would happen.” He rubs his thumb over my cheek. The adoration in his eyes makes my belly flop and my knees wobble. “Thank you for blowing into my life like a hurricane and tossing everything upside down.”

“You’re welcome. I don’t know what to say. Thank you for saving my dad’s company.”

“Your company. It’s time you start claiming it as yours.”

Leo’s right. It’s time to claim the hard work I’ve put in. I gave up a personal life to support my father’s dream. And while I might not be my dad, no one else but me wants it to succeed as badly as I do. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He places his lips against mine. They’re soft and light against my mouth. His kiss is slow and seductive like a fine wine trailing through my veins until every tense muscle has loosened into a puddle of molten lava.

I place my hands on his abs and stroke along the hard lines of his stomach until he drops his hands from my face. “Stop,” he growls.

“Why? If we’re going to stay here and play hooky, the bed is the best place to do that. Because it’s a big deal for me to call in sick. I’ve never done it.”

“We aren’t making love today.” He kisses my lips swiftly and leads me to the sofa. “I’m not going near your bed because, while I trust you with my heart, I don’t trust you not to try and convince me to break the rules. Remember, you’re resting, and sex between us is anything but restful.”

“I don’t want to re–”

“Did you sleep last night?”

“There was no way I was sleeping tied up to a chair. Well….” I shrug. “For a while, I was unconscious. If that counts for anything.”

“Unconscious doesn’t count. I’ve never gotten anyone pregnant before, but in high school, we did a paper in health on pregnancy. Women need up to 12 hours of sleep during the first few weeks of pregnancy.”

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