In broad daylight.
In front of everyone.
I know all this. But I can’t stop.
No one has ever kissed me the way Kai kisses me.
His mouth can worship and punish me at the same time, and he ignites an inferno in my body with every sweep of his hot lips.
I’m grinding against him as intense need floods my core, and I’m considering jumping his bones when a loud chuckle breaks through the lust-fueled haze in my brain, clearing my thoughts.
I rip my mouth from his, disgusted with myself.
“Young love.” A portly man with a mop of gray hair and a thick bushy mustache smiles warmly at both of us. “I remember it well.” His happy smile fades a little. “Enjoy it, young’uns, because the years fly by, and before you know it, your loved one is gone, and all you’re left with are the memories of her kiss.”
“I’m so sorry for your loss,” I say, feeling an overwhelming need to comfort him.
“You’ve got a good one there, son,” he says to Kai. “Make sure you hold on to her.”
“I’m trying, sir.” Kai’s response startles me. “But she isn’t making it easy.”
The man chuckles again, his melancholy forgotten. “Then she’s definitely worth fighting for,” he says, before adding, “Now, you two, have a good day.” He tips his hat and walks off, leaving us staring after him, both in a bit of a daze.
“Can we call a truce?” Kai asks when we’re seated in the diner a few minutes later, having just given our orders to the waitress.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because all this arguing can’t be good for the baby.”
“What do you know about whatisandisn’tgood for the baby?” I sip on my soda.
“I’ve had plenty of time on my hands lately, and I’ve been reading some pregnancy books.”
My jaw drops to the floor, and he smiles.
“I’m sure I’m as close to an expert as you can get. Lucky for you.” He waggles his brows before lifting his glass and drinking. I love the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows—it’s sexy as fuck.
He smirks, and I lower my eyes, inwardly cussing. I can’t drop the ball although maybe it’s time for a slightly different strategy.
He’s called me out on the deliberate flirting, so perhaps a more subtle approach will work.
“It probably is lucky,” I admit, pinning him with puppy dog eyes. “Because I know next to nothing. I had no access to the net or books while I was at Parkhurst and no one to talk to about it.”
He frowns a little. “They didn’t check you out?”
“They did,” I blurt, furiously backtracking. “But they wouldn’t answer any of my questions.”
“We need to book a doctor’s appointment,” he muses.
“There’s no need. I’m only eight weeks pregnant, and they rarely conduct ultrasounds until week sixteen, so there’s plenty of time.”
“I thought you knew nothing?” he queries, leaning back in his seat as the waitress slides our plates in front of us.
I wait for her to leave, using the opportunity to calm down and keep a cool head. “The doctor in Rydeville told me that. She said she’d set up an appointment.”
“I’ll get Rick to organize something,” he says.
“I’ll be back in Rydeville in time to attend my appointment.” I hold my chin up defiantly.
