Page 16 of Until Posey

Rubbing at my eyes, I yawned and sat up. “What time is it?”

“Either it’s really early or very late. You can decide for yourself.”

I smiled because waking up to seeing him over me was better than waking up alone. “Are you hungry?” Hunter cocked a brow, and an odd expression passed across his face. One I didn’t recognize, because I didn’t know him well enough. “I ordered extra pizzas. They’re in the fridge.”

He nodded, then glanced past me, and gave a little whistle. I jerked, realizing someone was behind us. “Landon, pizzas in the fridge. Leave it out for me.”

Hunter looked stressed. Dark purple smudges rimmed his eyes. His skin wasn’t his normal tan shade either. “Is everything okay?”

He rubbed at the back of his neck with his right hand. The muscles in his upper arm flexed and pressed against the seams of his t-shirts. No doubt if Hunter wanted to, he’d have no issue picking me up.Stop it, hussy. He’s had a very traumatic night.“It is now.”

“Here,” a gruff, groggy voice behind me said, before a plate with four slices of pizza on it appeared in front of Hunter.

“Thanks,” Hunter said before easing back onto the coffee table in front of the couch where she was currently sitting. Without hesitation, he tucked into the first piece, eating it in a couple of bites, before he focused back on me. “Any issues with Destiny?” He picked up the second and groaned. He must have been starving.

“No. She’s a sweet baby.” He nodded in agreement as he polished off his next piece while I relayed Destiny’s afternoon. “She hasn’t made a peep since I put her down.”

Hunter picked up the napkin given to him with his plate. I was never more grateful for being wrapped in a blanket as I watched him wipe at his mouth. My nipples ached, and I shifted on the couch, attempting to ease the pressure from my jeans pressing against my throbbing clit.

“She’s a content baby as long as her belly is full, and her butt is dry. Since she’s been here, she always sleeps through the night.” He tossed the used napkin on the empty plate and turned sleepy hazel-green eyes on me.

I swore my ovaries combusted.

Clearing my throat, I gripped the blanket tighter in my hold. What I really wanted to do was run my fingers through his messy mohawk.Focus.“You have her on a schedule and babies thrive on schedules.”

He grinned. “That’s what Ireland said too. Once she calmed down and stopped wanting to kick my ass for finding out I had a kid.”

I smiled, knowing if that happened, I’d like a set of front-row tickets to that event. Considering I’d meet with Ireland Redman last week, I’d think she’d have a chance of winning too. “You’re sister—”

“Is crazy?”

I snorted, more like Ireland had a strong will. I picked up on it within moments of meeting her. “Only if you pissed her off, or she was extremely angry at you.”

“Thank God for her husband, Mack. He’s the only one so far that can rein in her ass. Lord knows I’ve tried.”

“I doubt she’d be pleased with you calling her crazy.”

He shrugged. “Called her worse. She didn’t give you any shit, did she?”

“She did not. None of your family gave me any issue.” I leaned forward. “Which, let me tell you, in my line of work, is in an oddity. I’m not the person people want knocking on their door. Even if it’s just an interview. So, I appreciated it.”

“Good. I told the boys if they gave you any shit. They’d have to deal with me.”

“And Ireland?”

Hunter snorted. “You can’t tell that girl anything. But she knew I’d have been less than pleased if she fucked this up for me. Destiny’s mine,” he stated without missing a beat.

I swore my heart clenched, dropping to my stomach at the thought of Hunter loving another woman. The horrible jealous green-eyed monster wanted to blow through my chest when I even thought of Hunter and Hope in a sexual relationship. Yeah, I needed to get over it. Hunter wasn’t mine, and he’d never would be. I just wasn’t his type. Because,duh, why would a Viking God want a frumpy maid?

“What’s wrong?” he asked. The worried expression had my stomach souring.

“Nothing.” I smiled, hoping to deflect how I was feeling. Those eyes of his watched me wearily. Almost like he didn’t believe me, so I lied again. It was becoming a habit. One I didn’t like. “Just still a little sleepy. How’d everything go at the hospital?”

Good job changing the subject.

Hunter ran his hand down his face in exhaustion and gave me a rundown of what had happened at the hospital overnight. Then the bombshell. Waverly had a child and Jackson was the father. Hunter ended his explanation with Waverly going into surgery and Jackson taking Alandria, his daughter, home.

“She’s going to be okay, then?”

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