“Thank you.” Indie wiped her eyes and started walking again.
“Maybe you can choose a guy with super-sperm.”
“Super-sperm?”
“Yeah. Fast swimmers. Aggressive little guys who really attack the egg.”
Indie laughed. “I’m not sure that will be in the bios.”
“It should be.”
When they reached The Tea House, they were just stepping inside when Indie’s phone rang. She looked down at the screen. “It’s Noah.”
“Talk to him. I’ll order you a chai spiced latte.”
“Thanks.”
Indie walked over to a quiet corner while Clara found Holden at a table with her brothers and their partners.
The second her gaze met Holden’s, she was hit by the same things she was always hit with. Love. Protection. And a bit of disbelief that they’d actually made it.
God, she was grateful to have him.
He rose from his seat and she stepped into his arms. “Hey, you.”
He watched her expression. “Hey. You took too long.”
“Miss me?”
“Always.” He frowned at the flowers in her hand. “I thought you got lilies?”
“I swapped with Indie. Do you like the roses?”
“I do. But I like you more.”
She grinned. “You sweet talker.”
“For you, I’ll be any kind of talker you like.” He lowered his head and kissed her. “You know I love you, right?”
“I know. But you can say it again.”
“I love you.”
Her smile softened. “I love you too, Holden Forbes.” She lifted to her toes. “So…damn…much.”
Then she kissed him again, letting his lips soften hers, loving the way his body warmed every inch of her.
“Hey. I’m trying to enjoy my coffee. I don’t need to watch my sister get pawed over by a guy I consider a brother.”
Clara laughed as she dropped her heels and looked at Becket. “You can still enjoy your coffee while I kiss Holden.”
“I absolutely cannot.”
Jesse sighed. “He’s right, Clara. To us, you’ll always be our ten-year-old little sister.”
She rolled her eyes and lowered to a seat, and Holden sat beside her, but his hand immediately went to her knee beneath the table.
A second later, Indie returned, her face paler than it had been seconds earlier.
