Moretti got up from the table and walked out of the room.
“I would love to ski Alaska.” Christa touched Conrad’s arm. “If you take a trip there, count me in.”
Maybe Moretti was right about this crush thing.
Conrad didn’t know how to answer. “Well…”
Matt stepped into the room, interrupting Conrad. “It won’t surprise you all to know you passed. Insurance requirements have now been met.”
Then Moretti’s voice came over the PA system. “Attention all staff, Conrad has a serious girlfriend. I repeat, Conrad has a serious girlfriend.”
Conrad froze, coffee cup in hand.
Moretti, I’m going to kick your ass.
Christa flushed pink and scooted away. “Why did he do that? We’re just talking.”
Conrad took a sip of coffee to hide his grin.
* * *
“So then Morettigets on the PA system and says, ‘Attention all staff, Conrad has a serious girlfriend. I repeat, Conrad has a serious girlfriend.’”
Kenzie had just taken a drink and almost choked laughing. “No way!”
“Then she scooted away from me and pretended like she hadn’t been trying to flirt. I was going to kick Moretti’s butt, but I think maybe I owe him.”
Kenzie caught her breath. “Or maybeIowe him.”
Conrad leaned forward, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Are you jealous?”
“Not at all.” She dabbed her lips, set her napkin aside. “You didn’t cross the Knife Blade of Death in a blizzard to save her life. You did that for me.”
That’s true.” His lips curved in a lopsided grin. “How was your day? How did your session with Esri go?”
“Pretty well. She’s given me some ways of coping when I feel anxious and afraid.” It was good just to know that Kenzie didn’t have to deal with this alone.
But she had more important news to share.
“I have something to tell you. I hope it will make you happy.” She put on a straight face. “I went to my OB-GYN last week.”
His brow furrowed—then his eyes went wide. “You’re not … are you? I mean … you can’t be … But if you are, that’s okay. I’ll be here with you.”
God, he was sweet.
“I got an IUD.” Just in case he didn’t understand what that meant, she leaned forward and whispered. “No more condoms.”
He grinned. “Oh, you little scamp.”
She picked up her napkin, threw it at him, and ran for the stairs. Her leg was still sore, making her limp, slowing her down. But speed wasn’t the point.
She heard his chair scoot from the table, heard his heavy footfalls on the floor, and was swept up in his arms, laughing.
He swung her over his shoulder, gave her a smack on the butt. “You know just what to say to make me hard.”
He carried her to the bedroom, set her on her feet, the two of them shedding their clothes as quickly as they could. They fell to the bed together, rolling, lips finding lips, hands seeking sensitive skin, looking for ways to please. He knew her so well, knew what she loved, what drove her crazy. Licking and sucking her nipples. Stroking her clitright there. Sliding his fingers deep inside her.
“Now.”
