My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “I thought you had a meeting with the Commissioner?”
“We’re done.” He throws me a triumphant smile. “He’s given our project the green light.”
“Amazing what a difference a few photos make.” I laugh. Commissioner Grant was proving difficult. The man thought he could hold out for a bigger slice of the pie, but it turned out he’s been banging his PA behind his wife’s back. Rather than risk a ruinously expensive divorce, it looks like he’s backed down on his demands.
“Yeah. Once the project is underway, Kane will make sure his wife finds out what her adulterous husband gets up to on his golfing weekends.”
I nod approvingly. Having met the man a few times, I can honestly say he deserves all karma dishes him. Whereas his wife is the sweetest woman, Commissioner Grant is a lecherous old goat.
“Ready?” Kane asks from the doorway. Like Angelo, he’s wearing a suit today, only his shirt is gray, not white, and he’s forgone the tie.
“For pizza? Always.”
Angelo strides across the room and helps me up. At seven months pregnant, I look like a beached whale. And most days, I feel like one.
This baby seems determined to make me suffer. Much like his father.
“Best get those calories in, kitten. We go on our babymoon tomorrow, so you’ll need them.”
I huff loudly as we head toward the elevators.
“Not sure what your plans are, but mine involve lying on a beach while working through my Kindle backlog.”
Kane leans in as the elevator doors swish open. “My only plan is to fuck my wife all day long, which means you’ll need those calories.” I shiver at the thought of having all three of my husbands on call to meet my needs.
Not gonna lie, my libido is off the scale right now, so having three virile men at my disposal is a blessing.
Angelo glares at Kane before stabbing the button for the basement garage. “She’s my wife, so the only fucking going on will involve me.”
“And what if I decide I’m too exhausted for sex?” Never going to happen, but it’s amusing to see both of them exchange worried looks.
“Would you rather go home and take a nap?” Angelo slips straight into caretaker mode while pulling his phone out. “Let me call Miranda so she can check you over before we fly in the morning.”
“Jesus, I was joking!” I roll my eyes at his ridiculous need to control every aspect of this pregnancy. Honestly, if he had his way, I’d be on permanent bed rest, wrapped in alpaca blankets and guzzling healthy smoothies all day long. “I had my checkup yesterday,as you well know.”
Angelo insists on accompanying me on every prenatal checkup. It’s suffocating at times, but understandable given how long I’ve made him wait for baby number two.
After Lucia, named after Luka because he won the bet, I announced I was done having kids. My vagina needed a permanent break. Pushing a bowling ball out is no fucking joke. But in time the memories faded, and then Angelo got me drunk on tequila, which is why baby number two is on his way.
“Stop acting like a mother hen. Our wife is fine.” Kane slides his hand over my ass and smirks.
“Hands offmy wife. Not in front of the employees.”
“Such a grump,” I tease before shimmying away from Kane’s wandering hands.
Angelo opens his arms and pulls me close. He kisses my neck while resting his hand on my swollen belly.
Our baby kicks hard in response, and he sighs happily. “Little Antonio is planning a career in the NFL.”
“We’re not calling our son Antonio,” I grumble. “He’s going to be called Riordan, after my favorite book boyfriend.”
“We are not naming our son after a fucking fictional character!” Angelo is apoplectic at the very idea, but I’m resolute.
“Since none of you can agree, I get the final choice, and Riordan is the name I want. Besides, Luka likes it.”
“For fuck’s sake, Luka will agree to anything you want, and you know it.”
Kane throws me a sly grin. “Actually, I like that name too, so you got my vote, kitten.”
