“Cape Town?”
He falters, his brow creasing as apprehension passes through his eyes.
“It’s where the worst day of my life happened. And call me strange, but I want it to be where the best day happens as well. I feel like my son will be there with us.”
“Sterling.” My voice breaks as I jump up from my stool and fling my arms around his neck. “You’re not strange. I think it’s perfect.”
“You do?”
I pull back to look into his eyes. “I do.” I nod, dusting my fingers along his jaw, hoping to ease the tension in it.
He rests his hands on my hips as I position myself closer, standing between his spread thighs.
“How does it make you feel when you imagine us all there?”
He drops his eyes to my stomach and rests his hand on it.
“It feels right, Hallie. It feels so damn right.”
“Then we do it in Cape Town.” I press a kiss to his forehead.
“We do it in Cape Town,” he echoes.
We look at each other for a few moments, the air sparing between us before Sterling breaks my gaze and looks at my half-eaten breakfast.
“I haven’t finished yet, I promise,” I say, biting my lower lip.
“No, you haven’t.” He kisses me on the lips before guiding me back into my seat. “You’re still healing. And our baby needs Mommy to eat.”
A goofy smile spreads on my face. “Mommy sounds weird.”
“Mommy sounds damn perfect to me.” His eyes twinkle as he stands from his seat and starts tidying up.
My eyes fix on his butt in his suit pants as he turns his back to me.
“Eat, Hallie. Or I’ll feed you myself,” he says with a deep rumble.
“How do you know I’m looking at you?”
He chuckles. “It’s my job to know everything when it comes to you.”
I push a forkful of toast and eggs into my mouth and chew, my appreciative gaze still glued to his ass.
“Okay, then, Mr. Know-it-all. What color theme are we going with for the wedding?”
He hums as he wipes down the counter in the same spot for a third time. He knows I’m still checking out his ass, and I swear he gets off on me eye-fucking him as much as I do.
“That’s easy.”
“Oh yeah?” I muse, happy that we’re joking and everything is starting to feel good again.
Rory was arrested for starting the fire at the club. He wanted revenge, and a chance to destroy the photographs Mal took, which Sterling told me about. But the safe is fire-proof, so Rory’s plan didn’t achieve anything. He’s unlikely to be given bail before his trial. And Sophie said from a legal standpoint she doesn’t think he has a hope in getting off.
He’s going to jail.
Lavinia, on the other hand, will get off lighter if her involvement is investigated which I’m sure it will be soon. Rory will be slinging around accusations like sprinkles in a cake factory if he thinks telling the cops she gave him the security code will help deflect attention away from him. But as of two days ago she set off overseas on a charity mission and stepped down as board member for all the charities she was involved in in New York.
She isn’t planning on coming back unless she’s made to.
