Page 91 of Enforcing the Rules

“I’m pregnant.”

He blinked. “Pregnant?”

I nodded. “When I said I’d tell you later why I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a bounty hunter—this was why.”

“Wow.”

“I know we didn’t plan this. I guess the condom failed.”

“Guess so. Guess this child really wanted to be born.”

He got quiet.

“Utah. Talk to me. I know this is a punch in the gut.”

He shook his head. “That’s not it.”

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking God’s giving me a chance to get this right this time.”

“You mean like with Mia?”

“I didn’t love Stephanie. She wasn’t a bad person, but I hardly knew her. That’s not the case with us.”

I held my breath, not wanting to interrupt him. I’d had time to get used to this. He’d just had it sprung on him. So I gave him time to sort through his feelings. I leaned my head back and stared at the starry sky.

“I think you’ll make a wonderful mother.”

I smiled, happiness filling me. “I hope so. I just need to do everything opposite of my mother.”

“She loves you. I could see that when I walked into the diner’s kitchen.”

“Café.” I couldn’t help correcting him.

“Right.”

“You’ll be a wonderful father, Utah.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. And if it’s a girl, God help the boy who tries to date her.”

He tilted his beer up, smiling just before it met his mouth. “Got that right.”

“So, you’re not mad?”

“Nope.” He held his hand out. “C’mere.”

I moved from my Adirondack chair to his lap. He cuddled me close, and I laid my head on his shoulder. “This is nice.”

“It is.” He stroked my back. “Guess this means you’re movin’ in with me.”

I met his eyes. “Am I? Is that what you want?”

“Well, I’ve got a nice place, and I’m not moving into that noisy place you’ve got. I don’t care how close it is to Peking Palace.” He grinned.

“Be serious.”

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