Page 40 of The Boyfriend Material Novellas

I lean back against the couch, enjoying myself. “Are you going to use that on me for the next nine months?”

She strokes her chin. “Hmm . . . Yes. Yes, I am.” She takes a deep breath, turning serious again. “What are we doing?”

I run the backs of my fingers down her cheek and give her the simplest and truest answer. “We’re having a baby.”

She swallows, and it looks like it hurts. “But you’re moving.”

“Yeah, about that.”

Her shoulders tense, and I hate that she’s worried. I can’t let her think I’d leave her for even a second.

I sit up straight and meet her gaze. “Quinn, I can’t ask you to move when you’re pregnant. I can’t ask you to leave your family and your sister. Not when you need them now more than ever.”

Her lips part, and she seems poised and on edge. “You can’t?”

I shake my head. “No. So there’s only one solution.”

“What’s that?”

I glance around at her place and sigh heavily. “I sold my home. I’m going to need a place to stay in Manhattan.”

“To stay?” Her pitch hits another octave again.

I slide my hand through her hair. “Let me give you a heads-up. If you ask me to move in with you, I’m going to say yes.”

She squeals. “But what about Miami? And the firm’s expansion plans? And the condo you bought?”

I grin. Wickedly. “I might have a surprise for you.”

“What is it? I hate surprises.”

“Oh, you’ll like this one.”

“I will?”

“I talked to my business partners tonight. Don’t worry—I didn’t tell them your news.Ournews,”I correct. “But I asked how they’d feel if we didn’t expand just yet.”

“What did they say?”

“They’re fine with it. It was an expansion after all, not a necessity. And look, I may need to travel to Florida. But the reality is there are four of us. We’ll take turns. We’re a partnership. So we’ll table the expansion plans for now. Besides,” I say, my hand straying to her belly again, “life threw us a surprise, and it seems these other expansion plans are going to have to take precedence.”

She climbs onto my lap, glee in her green eyes. Clasping my face, she looks at me, holding my gaze. “Will you move in with me? Tonight?”

“Yes. Yes, I will.”

I pull her close and seal our vow with a kiss. A kiss that soon turns heated. In fact, it’s so hot that in no time we’re reenacting what got us here in the first place.

EPILOGUE

Quinn

When I wake up on Christmas Day, New York City has given me a gift—a fresh blanket of snow.

I draw a deep breath, savoring the morning as I head to the window and drink in the sight. White. Everywhere I see white, and it’s magical.

My man gives me a gift too—a mug of eggnog hot chocolate.

Unspiked, of course.

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