She wiped away a tear with the sleeve of her coat. “I’m happy for them.”
“What’s wrong, babe?” He stopped in his tracks.
“I want a baby,” she said matter-of-factly. “I don’t want to wait.”
“I’m so glad you said that.” He cracked a smile. “I don’t want to wait either.”
She shoved her hands into her coat pockets. “Is that the beer talking, or . . . ?”
He winked. “I was drinking wine.”
Smartass.
“Why don’t we get Rory in the morning?” he suggested.
“Do you mean . . . start trying tonight?”
His smile grew a foot. “No cup, though.”
“Just like Vancouver’s team.”
CHAPTER 40
CARY
What if she’s pregnant?
Cary googled from his phone.Six days!It could take up to six days for conception and another four weeks to confirm it. Four weeks? That was a lifetime. Patience might be a virtue, but it sure as hell wasn’t his.
What was he supposed to do—sit around and wait?
Yeah, no. That wasn’t happening.
He slipped out of bed, grabbed his laptop, and pulled up real estate listings. Wellington Crescent. The Lounts’ place popped up, and he blinked twice. That couldn’t be right. The price waslessthan his penthouse, and it came with acreage, two coach houses, and twenty-thousand square feet of holy-shit-yes. It had been on the market over a year.
He emailed his realtor and lobbed in a lowball offer—just to see if they were serious.
“Cary?” Tyler’s sleepy voice floated from the bed.
He shut off the desk lamp. “Sorry, babe. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
She pulled back the covers—completely naked—and he audibly exhaled.
“Come back to bed and get me pregnant.”
“What if you already are?”
“Then we’ll have twins.”
He grinned, the twitch in his boxers brushing his thigh. Laptop forgotten, he crawled back in bed and kissed her neck, then her stomach, then lower, his tongue slow and steady as her body tensed and trembled beneath him.
After she came, he wrapped a hand around himself, stroking slowly, watching her. The look on her face—eyes half-lidded, lips parted—nearly finished him.
“Make me pregnant,” she said.
He almost did. Right there in his hand.
“Hang on.” He inhaled deeply, willing his pulse to calm. “I need a second.”
