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As she eats, I sit across from her and watch her like a momma hawk, keeping a vigilant eye on her hatchling. Her color has returned to normal, and she’s able to eat. Those are all positive signs.

She lays down her fork and wipes her hands on a napkin. “How did Valeria take the news?”

“She was shocked Carla was the murderer. Like me, she was leaning toward Ethan, and when he appeared innocent, we were thrown off.”

She stares at the cabinet behind me. “I was no different. I suspected him also.” Pink covers her cheeks. “At one point, I even suspected Valeria. She was gone all the time after my dad died and followed me around like a stalker.” Her gaze returns to mine. “They could have told me they were a couple. I wish they would have. There was no reason to sneak around. Not that telling me would have changed the outcome, but I feel like I missed out on something.” She frowns and taps her fingertips on the table. “I missed getting to see him happy because if they were in love like we are,” she sighs, “I just would have liked to see him that happy.”

“Me, too.”

She blinks and pushes her chair back. “I need to shower and change clothes. I feel like something the garbage collector scooped up off the floor of the trash truck.”

“That’s a disturbing image.”

Her eyes twinkle. “You were the one feeling me up in the stairwell.”

“Any day.” I swing her into my arms. “Let’s go. I’ve been dying to eat some old sushi.”

As I carry her up the stairs, she lays her head on my shoulder, and the smile on her face is my reward. Now to bring her toe-curling orgasms and all the joy she can handle.

Chapter Sixty-One

Kinsley

After brushing my teeth and showering, I feel human again. I wasn’t expecting Leo to take care of everything, and another time, I would have fought him over it, but I’m glad I didn’t. There are times when you need rest and a gorgeous guy to pamper you.

As I towel off, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. It’s slightly blurry from the condensation, but the nick on my neck, which needed a couple butterfly strips, stares back. Otherwise, I look the same as when we headed to my dad’s friend’s house. But inside, I’m a different person.

I walk to the mirror, wipe away the moisture, and press my lips together. I’m pregnant. Leo and I are having a baby. This is so surreal. I’ve wanted to have a baby for years, and it’s finally happening.

Leo steps into the bathroom. “I took a shower downstairs. I hope that’s okay.” He’s changed into a clean T-shirt and jogging shorts and smells like heaven. His hair is a shade darker due to wetness. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.

“Of course.” My body heats as his eyes trail from my eyes to my legs and back again in the reflection. The instinct to cover my breasts is automatic, but he’s seen me at my best and my worst. And he’s still here.

He walks toward me like a lion stalking his prey, and I’ve never wanted to be an antelope so bad in my life. “You drive me crazy; do you know that?”

I glance at him over my shoulder. “Do I?” The low hum of the heater is eclipsed by the drumming of my heartbeat in my ears.

“Yes, Baby, you do.” He stands behind me and places his open palm on my belly. The other hand strokes along my hip. “When will you go to the doctor again?”

“I’ll make an appointment with my regular doctor tomorrow. I should have called today.”

His skin pales, and his hands stop moving. “Is it okay that you didn’t call? I should have woken you up.”

“It’s fine.” I spin to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “The ER doctor said everything was okay. He wasn’t concerned about the baby.”

“Okay.” His shoulders relax.

“Do you know you’re cute when you worry?”

“Thank you. I’ve never been in this position, so forgive me if I freak out a little bit.”

I trail my fingertips through his hair. “I forgive you.” With each beat of my heart, I fall more in love with him. It shouldn’t be possible.

“Is it okay if I go with you to the doctor? I know you’re an independent person, so I don’t want to intrude.”

I gently slap my hand over his mouth to keep him from talking. “I like being a strong independent woman. A confident businesswoman. But I’m not selfish. I love you, and this is your baby as much as it is mine. I want you to be as involved as you want to be.”

“Good. I want to be involved in all of it.” He lifts me into his arms and cradles me against his chest as I was when he deposited me in the bathroom.

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