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Before he could ask for more details, she added, “I say we forget them both. Good riddance to bad rubbish.”

Putting a leash on his rage, he agreed. “Good idea,” he said. “Good riddance.” But he would avenge his angel. Somehow, someday, Trevor Moran the photographer would learn a valuable lesson about how to treat a woman.

Hooking a knuckle under her chin, he lifted her face and stared down at her. The colour had returned to her cheeks and she didn’t seem as anxious as she had earlier. “How are you feeling now?”

“Better. You were right,” she muttered, her mouth a mulish line. “Eating did help.”

He tried not to gloat… and failed miserably. “I’m sorry, can you say that again? I was… what?”

“Make me say it again and I’ll make you eat my cooking.”

“I’ll risk it.” Sophie pursed her lips, refusing to speak. “Come on, say it. I was…?”

“Right,” she grumbled.

“Good girl,” he said, stroking her hair. “And good girls get rewards.”

That caught her attention. “What kind of reward?”

Jack slid his hand from her belly to her breast, and then higher, clasping his hand around her neck. “What does my girl want?”

Sophie leaned into his grasp and wriggled against his hardening cock, her pretty pink tongue darting out to moisten her lips. “You.”

26

Sophie had never been an early riser—a morning person she wasn’t—but she was so excited about the principle photo shoot for the campaign finally coming together that she found herself awake at the ungodly hour of 6 a.m. But at least Jack was with her, snuggled against her back, one arm slung over her hips and his thick cock poking against her back.

For the past week he’d stuck to his word and cut back on hitting the gym every morning. He’d also made an effort to finish work at the same time every day so they could continue spending time together, getting to know each other. The previous night had been spent watching one of Jack’s favourite crime dramas on his big screen TV, and discussing baby names.

She’d explained to him the Bennett family tradition of giving all children their father’s name as their middle name, even the girls, and that, yes, her middle name was Paul, Sally’s middle name was Henry, and Abby’s middle name was Ulysses. Her uncle Charlie had been somewhat kinder to the twins, gifting Josie and Diana with the name Charlotte instead.

“So we have a middle name all picked out,” Jack had said. “I have to admit, I actually kinda like Jack as a girl’s middle name. Not Jackie, not Jacqueline, just Jack.”

Sophie had smiled at his willingness to embrace her family’s quirks. It boded well for their future. “Agreed. Now we just need a first name. Any thoughts?”

“I had a great aunt who was very special to me growing up,” he’d said. “Her name was Evelyn. I’ve always thought it a pretty name.”

“Evelyn.” Sophie had repeated the name twice more, getting a feel for it. “Evie for short?”

Jack nodded. “Evelyn ‘Evie’ Jack. I like it.” He’d pressed a kiss to her temple. “What about a boy’s name?”

“I’ve always liked Liam as a name,” she’d said. “And Aiden. Something traditional like that. But I’m not against going full celebrity with names like London or Paris either.”

“Hmm… London Jack sounds a little too serial killer for my liking.”

Sophie had chuckled. “Good point.”

“I do like Aiden though. Aiden Jack. AJ for short.”

“Evie and AJ.” She’d lifted her head from his shoulder and stared at him, the moment feeling suddenly momentous, yet surprisinglynotoverwhelming. She’d felt calm, at peace with her herself, content. “Did we just name our kids?”

“I think we did.” He’d nuzzled against her cheek before nibbling along her jaw and tonguing the shell of her ear, then pinned her to the couch, her wrists in his steely grasp and his rock hard thigh shoved between her own. “And I’m still loving the fact you’re planning on more than one. It’s makes me fucking horny.”

“You’re so weird,” she’d said, laughing and shaking her head at him. “How are you not freaking out about this? Hell, I’m still freaking out about this.”

“I guess I’ve just never been one to freak out over things, especially something I’ve wanted for a long time.”

“You realise you’re proving my point, right?”

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