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The younger man observed the now quiet infant nestled against her chest and whispered wistfully, “He’s beautiful. Congratulations. You two are so lucky.”

She kissed the dark, downy hair on her son’s head. “We are.”

Fucking Maverick’s eyes shone as he stared at the two of them and murmured his agreement. “So lucky.”

Six weeks.

Yet, she couldn’t decide if she was looking forward to March tenth, or dreading it.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Maverick

Their truce had been going marvelously over the last two weeks, and during that time they’d ventured out as a family three times, had quickies in his office, on the kitchen counter, the bathroom counter, the washing machine, and the floor of the family room. And last Saturday night they’d managed to go out to dinner alone again, with Sawyer staying at her parents’ house—and her in his bed.

“Good morning,” he said when he noticed her eyes open.

“Good morning,” she said with a soft laugh. “I forgot where I was for a second.”

He wanted to suggest she move back into his room, forever. But that seemed to go against the unspoken terms of their truce.

“You okay waking up here?”

“Yeah, it was nice. Probably shouldn’t make a habit of it, though.”

God forbid.

“I liked waking up next to you.”

“You just liked sleeping all night,” she teased.

He rolled on top of her and boxed her in between his arms. “If I recall correctly, we didn’t do a lot of sleeping.”

She smiled as she tugged the sheet above her mouth. “No we did not. But you’ve brushed your teeth and I haven’t, so you need to let me up.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do. Besides, I have to pee.”

He reluctantly rolled back onto his side of the bed while she disappeared into the bathroom.

“Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day,” he called from the bed when he heard the water shut off.

Olivia peeked around the corner as she wiped her face with a hand towel. “So?”

“Do you want to go to dinner or something?”

She came back into the room and sat down on the bed. “I think my mom and dad’s ‘grandparenting-is-fun’ meter is going to be pegged after Sawyer’s sleepover last night.”

“We’ll bring him with us.”

She shot him a look. “A crying baby while people are out enjoying what’s supposed to be the most romantic night of the year? No thank you. I’m not going to bethatmom. Besides, it’s not like we’re a real couple and need to celebrate.”

“I’m going to have to call bullshit. We’re a real couple for the next month.”

“You know what I mean.”

Yeah, he did; it didn’t mean he had to like it.

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