“You know Silver Spring is over a mile high, right?”
“I don’t think that counts.”
What was she trying to do? “You’re right, definitely doesn’t count.”
He pulled her toward him, but she resisted so she could look around. “You’re telling me this fancy flying limousine doesn’t have a bed?”
He grimaced. “We can outfit it for that, but it’s set up like this to haul the pack around. So not at the moment.”
She shook her head. “You clearly need a divination witch in your life who foresees every plane configuration needed.”
He laughed. “I think that is an excellent use of magic.”
He smiled as she shifted to bring them together, and he put the seat back surprisingly far until they bumped into a suitcase.
As she undid her shirt, he groaned. “Not again.”
She froze, ice trickling through the warmth.
“No! Not like that. It’s just that I have condoms somewhere. They are in a suitcase.” He looked around the plane with a hopeless puppy dog look on his face.
She ran a hand along his cheek to pull him back toward her. “You did say something about babies.”
“Really?”
He sounded like a boy on Christmas morning.
She took a deep breath, trying to think through the haze of lust that sent her blood bubbling. This was a terrible decision to make in the heat of the moment. They barely knew each other. They were sworn enemies. What would happen to a child of theirs?
They would love her.
A part of her brain told her it could be a boy. They had a fifty/fifty shot, but the larger part of her magic just knew.
Mateo’s love was short in time, but not in intimacy. She knew him better than she knew herself and vice versa. She loved him. There would never be anyone else. They were already twined together.
She shook her head at her life. A few months ago, she was racketing around Silver Spring, content to investigate crimes and order books and be everything to everyone with almost nothing in return. The richness of her life now and the family that she would build took her breath away.
He hadn’t moved or even changed expression.
She had a flash of a child, a girl, with jet black hair and eyes like his, and gasped.
She leaned forward to kiss him, lust fading in a wave of desperate longing.
She broke the kiss only so that she could kiss the rest of his face. When she got to an ear, she said, “She’s so beautiful.”
He kissed her ear. “Who? You in about five minutes?”
She shook her head with a delighted giggle as she pulled away. “Our daughter.”
Something hot and possessive flared in his eyes, and all traces of humor died.
She felt more than heard his chest rumble before he was scrambling at her jeans.
He didn’t get very far and growled again.
“Just let me?—”
She climbed off of him to shuck them herself as he reached for her and tried not to break the kiss. He shoved his pants down just enough, and they did an inelegant dance of limbs to bring her back on top of him. There wasn’t enough room. She was barely ready. It was far too fast.
