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“God, Brian, I… I can’t believe I fell in love withBrian Grant.”

I laughed. “What’s wrong withBrian Grant?”

“It’s just that I’ve known you forever. I always had a crush on you, but it was just a girlish thing. If I could have told sixteen-year-old me that this was how things would turn out, she wouldn’t have believed it.”

“Which just shows that we can surprise ourselves sometimes, doesn’t it?” I asked.

Alison grinned.

“I mean, if I’d know that Alison Barrett would be having my baby—” It was the first time I had said this out loud, and I was surprised by how good it felt. “I would have thought it was insane. But now you’re making me happier than I’ve ever been.”

Chapter twenty-three

ALISON

WakingupinBrian’sbed was like a fantasy made real.

He had already gotten up, so I had the bed to myself, but it was full of his smell, and I closed my eyes and luxuriated in that scent. It felt like being surrounded by him and being in his arms.

And I closed my eyes and thought back to how it had felt to fall asleep nestled in his arms, my head pillowed on his chest. I had never felt so warm and safe and utterly taken care of in all my life. It had been the best night of sleep I’d ever had.

How had I possibly gotten this lucky?It wasn’t just that he wanted the baby, which was more than I had dared to hope for. He also wantedme. He wanted us to be together—to be a family.

That was beyond anything I had dreamed of.

Helovedme.

I sighed happily at the thought and rolled over just as the bedroom door opened, and the smell of bacon came wafting in.

“Nice bedhead,” Brian said, sounding amused.

I reached up and felt my hair—sure enough, it was in total disarray. “Hey, it’s not my fault I have sex hair.”“It is half your fault.”

“Okay, it’s notentirelymy fault.”

He held up the tray he was carrying. “Want breakfast? I made scrambled eggs, bacon, and waffles.”

“Wow.” I sat up so that he could settle the tray over my lap. In addition to everything he had named, there was a little bowl of blackberries, glasses of ice water, and orange juice. “This is some five-star service.”

“Anything for the mother of my child. Anyway, you ought to know that Navy SEALs don’t do things halfway.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” I picked up a blackberry and popped it into my mouth. “Damn, these are good.”

“I always keep them in the house.”

“I can’t eat all this food. Come help me.”

He settled next to me, his back against the pillows and an arm around my shoulders. “Happy to be of service, ma’am.”“I didn’t even know you could cook,” I told him.

“I live alone,” he reminded me. “I had to learn, or I would have starved.”

“I live alone, and I can’t cook.”

“You’re not even thirty yet. You would have figured it out eventually. But now you won’t have to because you’ll have me to cook for you.”

“Oh, is that going to be part of our arrangement?”

“Yep. I cook, and you carry the baby. That’s the deal.”

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