“I think it’s worth a shot. You’re right. If we have to do this, it should be him. No, let me rephrase this. I won’t do it—unless it’s him.”
“Oh, God.” Her whole body trembled and she took another step toward him, held out her hands. He met her and took her hands in his. She stared at him. “Really? Really, Derek?”
He nodded, but a frown edged his brow. “We can ask him—but remember, Krissa, he could say no. Don’t get your hopes up too much.”
She nodded, her mind racing. “Let’s go talk to him now.”
“Wait, wait, honey.” He tugged on her hands. “Slow down. I think I should talk to him.”
She blinked. “Oh. Why?”
“I just think it might be better between him and me.”
“Well…okay.” She nibbled her lip. “But you will try, won’t you? I mean, if he’s hesitant, you have to try to convince him.”
“I’m not going to beg him.”
“No, I mean you have to try to make him understand how much we want this.” Her eyes searched his for reassurance. Not that she didn’t trust him, but… “Maybe I should be there. I could tell him again how much I want this…”
“You’ve already talked to him about it?”
“Not about this. Just about how much I want a baby. How hard it’s been.”
“Oh.” He looked taken aback.
“You’d already told him about the test results. It wasn’t a big secret. From him anyway. Since he knew, I thought I could talk to him about it. And he was really nice.”
Derek nodded. “Yeah. Well, let me try, okay? I promise, I won’t let him off too easy.” A smile touched his lips. She stoodon her toes and kissed him.
“Thank you.” She slid her arms around him and moved in for a hug. They held each other for a moment, then she leaned back. “I’ll…go have a bath. And you two can talk.”
He nodded, his eyes shadowed and his mouth solemn, and left the room.
Nate sat in the family room in the dark. He didn’t even bother with the television. He looked around, clasping his beer in two hands between his knees. He sighed.
Again, Krissa’d dragged Derek into the bedroom. Nate was obviously in their way. What the hell were they doing in there?
Like he needed to ask. What else would a husband and wife be doing in their bedroom? They’d probably be screwing on the couch if he wasn’t there.
He tipped the beer to his mouth, and the crisp bubbles stung his throat on the way down. His mouth twisted.
He apparently needed to get laid. All he could think about was sex. Especially after that little show Krissa and Derek had put on the other night. And it didn’t help that Krissa was so sexy and sweet. Seeing her every day in her skimpy shorts and tank tops, in her pajamas at night and in the morning, was torturing his libido.
The workout had helped. He’d spent a good couple of hours pushing his muscles until they burned and sweat dripped off his body.
He heard footsteps and Derek appeared. “Hey. Need another beer?”
“Sure.” Nate finished his off.
Derek brought two beers and sat down on the chair across from him. He drew in a long breath, like he had something to say. Fuck, he was going to ask him to leave. He knew it. He was definitely cramping their style.
“I’m in your way, aren’t I?”
Chapter 12
Derek’s eyes widened. “What? No. Of course not.”
“Yeah, yeah. Come on be honest, you two don’t need me hanging around. You need your marital privacy.”
