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“Fine, make sense,” I grumbled. “Just so you know, I probably have gray hairs now.”

“I could check for you.” Delvin sat up and reached for my lap.

“Wrong hairs, smartass.” I shoved his hands away. “Didn’t you tell Joshua not to try to get me into bed?”

God, Delvin’s smile was so sexy. “Who said we had to go into the bedroom when we’re under the stars?”

“Not happening, Casanova. We have neighbors, remember?” I pressed a hand to my stomach. “And I want a pepperoni pizza. I have a wild urge for extra cheese and a garlic crust.”

Delvin pushed to his feet, and of course, my perverted eyes went right to his dick like all the other available places on Earth were taken. I couldn’t rip my gaze away, and Delvin, being who he was, sort of preened as he stood there. I saw his thigh muscles flex.

“My eyes are up here, mate.”

I chuckled as I finally peeled my gaze away from his impressive cock. “When you say it like that, you make me think you’re from Australia.”

“It would be nice to hear you call me and Joshua that.” He started away, and my eyes went right to his toned ass.

“Get a two liter of soda,” I called out. “And bread sticks.”

My appetite had never been this ferocious. Swear, I could have eaten the entire pizza, plus those bread sticks and maybe some dessert. I groaned as I got up and followed him inside, which I knew he’d expected me to do since staying outside by myself was a big no-no.

By the time I had this baby, I might keep the waddle. Maybe I needed to consider eating healthier if I was going to eat this much. A leafy salad wouldn’t hurt, but not tonight. Tonight I wanted to stuff my face with pizza…and breadsticks. “Order some dessert, too,” I said to Delvin before I went to the bathroom.

After I washed my hands, I stepped onto my bathroom scale. One twenty-seven. I was going to weigh myself when I was too big to move just to see how much weight I’d gained over the course of nine months.

Was it nine months since Delvin and Joshua weren’t human? I’d never thought to ask. I also hadn’t thought to ask how I was going to have this baby.

Did I really want to know? Eventually I would find out when the baby wanted to come into the world. But for now, all of this was too much, so I did what I always did when things were overwhelming.

I ignored them. That probably wasn’t the healthiest thing to do, but whatever. It worked for me. Pretend the problem didn’t exist until I was forced to face it. That was my mantra.

Chapter Eight

Shane

“You better watch out,” Misty said when I came into work the next day after throwing up all morning.

Nope, I wasn’t going to sit at home, and my wrists were feeling somewhat better.

“Why?” I looked around as if an arrow would appear over someone’s head to tell me why I needed to watch out. “What’s going on?”

“Janie is in an even worse snit than usual since Joshua read her the riot act.” Misty set her large black serving tray on the bar. “She’s even being mean to Hector.”

The nicest guy I knew. Hector was a great cook, but he was also a bit shy. He liked to joke and laugh, and I couldn’t recall a time when he was mean to anyone. “Really?”

“Yep.” Misty nodded. “If she were a cartoon, her head would be blown up into a red balloon, in jeopardy of popping. Or steam would come out of her ears. We both know how petty she is, so just watch yourself.”

“Thanks.” My tray was light as I took the order of alligator sausage and beans to the guy sitting alone at a table. Nope, not a thought of his penetrated my mind. So this was what it was like to be normal. I was loving it, though, honestly, a part of me was missing it. The voices sometimes overwhelmed me, but knowing what a customer truly thought helped me serve them better, and the tips were great.

Now I was just another worker. I never thought I’d miss my curse.

Janie passed me with a full tray, and then she “accidently” bumped into me, sending me into the table of the guy I’d just served. My stomach slammed into the edge as my arms flew out, my tray knocking right into the man’s chest.

“Oh, sorry.” Janie smirked. “Didn’t see you there.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said to the guy, who glared at me as he pushed the tray away from his chest. “I’ll give you a free dessert for this.”

“Don’t worry about it.” His smile was strained. “Accidents happen.”

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