Kiera smiled back. “Nice to meet you, Beckett. I’m Kiera. And I hope I’m special.”
“Be real careful now, Beckett.” I scratched my nose.
His smile widened. “When you’re ready to hear funny stories about Hyatt, we have a fuck-ton of memories to share with you.”
That was it. I had limits. I took a step toward him and leveled him with a serious look. “Once she’s locked down properly. You don’t tell her a fucking thing until she has my name. Are we clear?”
“Hoo boy.” Coach lifted his brows in surprise.
Danny let out a whistle. “Damn, Hyatt.”
Beckett smirked and straightened so we were face-to-face. “Why? Are you worried something will send her running? Speaking of runs… That time in Somalia…”
I scowled. “I was sick, dammit.”
“I agree,” he laughed.
I flicked Kiera a glance. “I had malaria. Okay?”
She let out a soft laugh and hugged my arm. “You don’t have to worry, baby. Remember, I’m a nurse. I’ve seen it all.”
Damn right. I mean, wait. I still had my reputation to uphold?—
“But you know…? We should get together,” Kiera said to Beckett. “I’d love to get to know more of Hyatt’s coworkers. And I make a mean steak sandwich—perfect for both happy hour and a game. Wings and beer are included, of course.”
I shut my mouth, annoyed at the opportunity she’d given Beckett to fuck with me, and…fucking amazed. She wasn’t even going to try to pull me away from the family I had at Hillcroft. She was joining it.
These past few weeks, I’d wondered if the feelings developing and stirring and growing…if it was me falling in love or something. And yeah, it fucking was. She was it.
“Count me in,” Beckett replied. “Leighton and I are free this weekend.”
“Fantastic. What about you?” Kiera faced Danny and Coach.
Danny took it in stride and smiled. “Absolutely. Em and I will be there.”
So this was happening? We were having people over for dinner?
I…
That’d never happened before. I’d never done that. What did I have to do? How did these things work?
EPILOGUE 1
Seven months later
Kiera Lane
“Right now?”
I nodded and yanked the towel from around his hips. God yes. “Right now.” I stared at his sexy body, from his thighs and the V to his solid frame and big cock, as I walked backward until my legs hit the bed. “Don’t even think about it, pilot.”
He stopped from reaching for the condoms in the nearest nightstand drawer, and he lifted a brow at me.
“It’s your fault,” I accused. “You know that.”
Months and months ago, he’d put that fantasy in my head. The one about him…breedingme…and it took all my willpower not to succumb to it on a daily basis. So I compromised with my sanity instead. When I was two days away from my period, I said fuck it.
It worked most of the time.
