“Jesus, Coop.” I would’ve swatted him, but I needed his focus on the road.
“Sorry.”
“No, we’re fine.” Taryn laughed, but it sounded forced. “How are you?” Another pause. “This weekend? Oh, that’s great. You know the guest room is always—”
She caught sight of me in the rearview mirror. “Well, I guess you could go to the Grand Hotel. Seems like a waste of money, though. We’ve got—” She sighed. “Just because I’m married, it doesn’t change anything.”
“You’re welcome to stay with us, Lachlan.” I tried not to shout, but Coop’s shoulders hunched. “Sorry.” I whispered that.
“It’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be fine? Everything’s fine.” He white-knuckle gripped the steering wheel.
Taryn and I caught gazes in the mirror again.
Everything wasnotfine.
And I intended to figure out what was going on.
Chapter Seven
Taryn
I blew out a long exhalation, trying to regulate my breathing.
Stephanie curled against me, nearly purring.
“That was…”
“Yeah.”
“And you…”
“Oh yeah.”
“I’d never…”
“I know.” She giggled. “You had it on your wish list, and I thought we’d wait until we were home. Didn’t want to blow your mind in Australia. Too much touristy stuff to do.”
“Right.” I laughed. “But now was fine?”
“Well, Arnav and Foster are bringing Taffy over in about an hour—after their trip with Queenie to the dog park.”
“You think I’ll be able to move in an hour?”
“Yes. You need to get up and shower. We’re going to defeat jet lag.”
“Fucking someone senseless isn’t a known cure for jet lag.”
“It should be.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
She pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Well, when you’re a hundred, that might be okay. Before then? Not allowed.”
Oh, baby, I hope we get that much time together.
“Showers? Now I know why you insisted on coming straight to bed.”
“Because I wanted to make you dirty. Yes, let’s clean up and be ready to welcome our girl. We have those chocolates, right?”
