“I can live with that,” Courtney called as he hit the exit.
“Walk with me?” Bax asked, holding his hand out for her.
She threaded her fingers with his as they moved outside, past a couple of golf carts to the entrance of the VIP tent.
She’d need to make her move soon, or she’d get caught up in the VIP wave. There weren’t many aspects of touring she disliked. The VIP tent and the meet and greets were two of her least favorite activities, however.
The guys loved the attention, but she preferred to be on the edge of things. Not in the center. Not like that.
He pulled her around the side near where the tour buses waited for them to load up in a couple of hours.
“Wanna make out?” he asked.
This was fun. This version of Bax. This guy who pulled her behind the VIP tent.
“Pretty much whenever we’re within three feet of each other.” She lifted, pressing her mouth to his.
Her stomach cramped.
Not in a dairy milkshake or bacon kind of way, but like a hug that stole her breath. Not painful, but enough to catch her attention.
“Hah. Whoo.” Yes, that was her making those breathy sounds.
No. She didn’t love that she was making them.
“Court?” Bax held her against him as she took a deep breath.
As quick as it started, her abdomen released, and Tiny Badass gave her a solid kick in the ribs.
“I’m okay,” she said, way more perky than she intended. “One of those Braxton Hicks-y things the doctor mentioned.” She rubbed at her now soft belly. “I’m good.”
“Where’s Irina?” Bax glanced around the lot, more frantic than necessary over nothing more than a teensy-weensy contraction.
“Bax.” She pulled his face to hers, so they were eye to eye. “I’m pregnant. This type of thing is going to happen. I have them all the time.”
“Since when?”
“Since about three weeks ago. It’s like practice labor.”
That did not seem to reassure him.
His heart beat quick against her palm.
“Your public awaits.” She tilted her head toward the back entrance at the edge of the tent before she rolled up on her toes to press a light kiss to his mouth.
“Shit, are you two going at it a-gain?” Knox asked, striding off his bus toward them.
“Courtney had a contraction.” Bax said this like an accusation as he ran his hand through his hair. He did the hair thing when he got super stressed or she’d said something that made him particularly gnarly.
“Sweet.” Knox strode forward, grinning. “Can I feel?”
“No,” Courtney and Bax said at the same time.
“Where’s Irina?” Courtney asked, eyeing the bus where Knox came from.
“She’s inside watching more birth videos.” Knox shook from head to toe. “Have you seen those things? The kid comes out nasty and covered in gunk. Talk about freaky. It’s like a Freddy Krueger movie.”
“You are not helping,” Courtney said.
