“Nothing. Just focusing on this baby, and he’s been busy with work. Not to mention, I think it's going to be a long time until he forgives me.”
“So, no discussion of…” She’s struggling to beat around the bush.
I shake my head. “Is there something to discuss? We are two people who gave into lust a few times.”
A short laugh comes out of her mouth. “You had sex with him three times because you can’t keep your hands off of one another.”
“Two times. At Christmas, I was completely well-behaved, thank you very much… Besides, hurricane us were kind of at it more than once, so I’m not sure your numbers correlate.” I sound far more serious than I should as I bring my arms to cross over my chest.
She tries to keep her loud laugh in but fails miserably. “I think you probably need to investigatethat—” she circles her hand as if she is outlining a circle “—situation a little more. See if it is really just lust or a chance for something else.”
I chortle a sound. “Not sure now is the time for it. Besides, I…” I lean in to ensure nobody can hear. “I’m not sure if I want to get my hopes up or if I’m already there and know Ishouldn’tget my hopes up.” I stand taller. “Plus, he’s been a little too possessive and broody lately. Not exactly getting points from me… Okay, it's kind of hot. But I mean, he doesn’t even show up to my baby shower. Surely, a smart man would have figured out that my invite was because this means a lot to me. But no, Vaughn enjoys keeping everything in limbo, as if it’s some game with my very hormonal emotions.” I’m completely riled right now.
Hadley quirks her lips out, just listening, however, something feels like she won’t respond to me as a sly smirk forms on her lips, her sightline over my shoulder.
The clearing of a throat instantly draws my attention behind me.
Oh shit.
Hadley doesn’t say anything, because Vaughn will.
He throws me a tiny little wave. “The guy who is playing a game with your emotions is here.”
My sight whips back to Hadley who smiles tightly. “Think that’s my cue to leave you two alone.” She walks on and spurts out a laugh.
Vaughn only steps closer. “Sorry I’m late.”
I can imagine that my face must looked flushed. “Uhm… how much of that did you hear?” I ask awkwardly.
He smirks as he leans against the wall with his arm against it, and he crosses his ankles. My impression is that he enjoys making me squirm. “Enough.”
I gulp and laugh nervously. “Sorry. I’m a little emotional today.”
“I’ll let it go. It seems like quite a spread in there.” Great, he’s changing the topic.
“They all went overboard, it’s really sweet. Declan and Connor are in the mancave somewhere in this house… if you need an escape.”
“I just got here,” he states, matter of fact. “And I know. They warned me to avoid baby games like the plague, so here I am, hopefully saved from measuring your belly, although…” His head slants to the side. “Could be kind of interesting.”
A smile curves on my lips. “Good choice of timing then. I still have another round of presents… the big ones. We will be needing two cars to get it all back to your house, for sure.”
“You mean our house.”
A sound of doubt hits my lips. “Is it, though? I’m pretty sure you dragged me there without my choice of humble abodes, and if it weren’t for the fact that I’m going to be a kickass mom, then you would lock me in a tower.”
He laughs. “Lock you in a tower? Nah, I’d lock you to my bed.” It escapes him, and the moment he realizes, his jaw flexes.
We’re flirting.
It seems we still have it in us.
Still, my eyes blaze slightly from the surprising choice of words. “I’m sure…” I try to stay calm while a painful feeling hits that nub between my legs, the kind of pain only he can relieve—or my hand, but Vaughn is so much better. “It would be an adventure.” It’s nearly a rasp.
His smirk pulls a tiny bit, drawing my attention to his lips.
But then he grumbles a sound, bringing us back to the present for our little offtrack distracting talk. “So, what am I supposed to do?” He straightens his posture, and his hand finds my arm. “Not that I’m not interested, it’s just I really have no clue.”
I giggle. “It’s more that your appearance is a thank-you for all the gifts, and you sit with us for a little bit, preparing for a lot ofahhsand cooing. I actually have sympathy for you right now, because it’s going to be a little much. Hopefully, they tame down their labor stories in your presence. They also all love to give unsolicited advice, but luckily, in a kind way. They just want to help. I’m so grateful for it.”
