Only one way to end this argument. Take them off.
Please tell me you’re not going to ask me to send you a pic.
Nah, too chancy. I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine.
I shake my head, unable to stop smiling.
You sure like to stake your claim.
Three dots blink.
Do you not like it?
Heat licks through me, which is ridiculous given he’s not even here. He knows exactly how to push me.
I didn’t say that.
Good. So back to the pajamas…
I drop the phone to my chest. I’m falling so fast for him, those fears are prickling to surface even though he’s given me no reason to think he isn’t my future and my forever. After the farmers’ market and the pictures that surfaced of the two of us, he’s only doubled down.
Beau is busy making sure things don’t get too crazy. I’ve stayed off socials like they both told me to, but I heard Beau talking to Lottie and Poppy the other day about how they need to stay out of the comments sections and that they aren’t my protectors. I can only imagine what they’re saying to people on there.
I finish typing my message to Zander and hit Send.
You have a good imagination. Use it and put me in something really sexy. Where I don’t feel bloated and huge.
My stomach has grown, the baby bump starting, and I’m addicted to placing my hand on it.
Look out your window.
I frown, heart hitching. I push off the covers and walk across the room, then tug back the curtain.
“Oh my god,” I whisper.
Zander is climbing up the side of the house on my mom’s old trellis that we haven’t done anything with in ages.
I fling the window open, and the cooler air rushes inside. “Are you insane? Beau is going to murder me if you fall.”
“Well, you refused to strip, so I figured I should offer a hand.” He hauls himself up another couple of feet.
“I should shut the window.”
“But you won’t.” He hoists himself onto the sill with alarming grace, sliding one leg over. His boot slips against the siding, and my stomach plummets, my arms reaching for him.
“Zander!”
But he catches himself, laughing under his breath, and tumbles into my room in one piece. He straightens. “See? Perfectly fine.”
“Get ready for Poppy to storm in here any minute with something to beat you with.”
He laughs, and I shut the window.
I fold my arms, trying not to smile too big. “We’re adults. I would have opened the door for you.”
“Nah, this is romantic.” His gaze flicks down my body. “Sorry to start this argument again, but you were wrong. You’re sexy in flannel.”
I glance at myself and shake my head.
