Immy looked up at him in concern. ‘Logan didn’t seem very happy about the pregnancy.’
‘Logan doesn’t do happy about anything, I wouldn’t worry about it. Besides, if he’s upset, it’s because he’s angry at me, not you.’
‘Why would he be angry at you?’
‘Probably thinks I didn’t use protection.’
‘But we did. I know I wasn’t sure before if there was a time we might have forgotten, but after this afternoon when you didn’t use a condom, I know for a fact that was the first time. It felt different, more… intimate. I would have remembered that if it happened before.’
‘I thought that too.’
‘So tell him you have super-powered sperm and see if he’s impressed by that.’
‘Somehow I don’t think he will be. Anyway, I made you your eggs. With toasted soldiers.’
She smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. ‘Thank you for looking after me. And I’m sorry you’re getting it in the neck because of me.’
‘Oh, don’t worry about that. Logan will always find something about me to complain about.’
She nodded but still looked worried as she walked towards the food and that made him worried. He had to protect what they had because it already felt so fragile. He had to fight for it because he was pretty sure he was already falling in love with her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Immy surveyed herself in the mirror. Having bright red hair, she always had to be mindful what colours she wore because a lot of colours would clash, but the blue of this dress suited her perfectly. It was a simple satin dress with no patterns but it had a deep V front that ruched together underneath the breast in a deep blue cluster of sequins and beads then skimmed past her stomach and hips beautifully. The perfect dress to hide her little baby bump, at least for now. Although she was pretty sure everyone in the town would know soon enough.
Xander had been lying on the bed watching her get dressed and the look of desire in his eyes as she put her sexy underwear on made her feel warm inside. He came up behind her now, wrapped his hands round her stomach and pressed a kiss into the side of her neck.
‘I cannot wait to get you out of this dress later tonight,’ he muttered, in between kisses.
‘I’m not sure what the point was in buying me a dress that you want to get me out of,’ Immy teased, moving her head to the side so he could continue kissing down her neck and across her shoulder.
‘Mmm, quite. I may need to just make love to you while you’re wearing it. You look ridiculously sexy.’
Her breath shuddered at his touch. ‘Come on, keep kissing me like that and we’re never getting out of here.’
‘OK, OK, I did promise you a date after all.’
She slipped on her gold sandals and then followed him downstairs to his car. The night was warm, the heat of the day lingering on, and the smell of the flowers from the hanging baskets that adorned Cherry Lane drifted through the air.
‘It’s not far,’ Xander said, holding the car door open for her. She smiled and slipped inside.
Lovegrove Bay looked so pretty with the sun just starting to set, leaving trails of candy-floss clouds in its wake. The brightly coloured houses were all cuddled up together as they cascaded down the hill towards the sea, which was almost a turquoise green under an indigo sky.
There were so many cute shops here. There was a beautiful antique shop that sold everything from vintage leather suitcases and an old metal diving helmet that must be over a hundred years old, to gorgeous brooches and pretty china cups and plates. Immy could spend hours in there and always wanted to buy the lot. There was a bookshop, filled with modern and vintage tomes; a florist that seemed to stock themost unusual flowers; a wonderful jewellery shop that sold antique and contemporary pieces; multiple art shops selling everything from hand-sculpted pottery to paintings and art made from reclaimed finds on the beach, like bits of plastic and seaglass that was worn by the waves. Despite the huge variance in the shops’ different wares, everything just seemed to fit together here and she loved being part of this wonderful community.
Xander drove out of Lovegrove Bay and along the clifftops peppered with cyclamen, wild primroses, bluebells, violets and the last of the daffodils but it wasn’t long before he pulled into a car park.
Immy gave a soft gasp. ‘We’re eating here?’
‘Yes.’
‘How did you get a table? They’re normally booked out months in advance.’
‘Well fortunately, I know someone who works here.’
She looked outside at the large gold sign, ‘THE CAVERN’. Although she’d seen enough pictures and posts on social media about the place, she’d never been here. But beyond the entrance foyer, a small building perched on top of the cliffs, there wasn’t anything else to see.
Xander opened the car door for her and she stepped out.
