“I’ll keep looking,” he says. “I promise I'll get you the perfect avocado BLT before our baby arrives.”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me. “You gonna fly all the way to Denver? Charter a plane?”
“Maybe. If that’s what it takes.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
His expression sobers. “I would do anything for you, Angel.”
Griffin
“I’m going back to work tomorrow,” Angie says as she sets the leftovers in the fridge.
I lean back against the counter, crossing my arms over my chest and adopting a casual stance. In reality, I'm still worriedabout her and the baby, and about what might happen if I’m not there.
“Are you sure?” I ask tentatively.
She gathers her hair in a bun on the top of her head and secures it with a hair tie, causing my shirt to ride up her thighs. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.
I don’t.
All I want… All I canthinkabout is caging her in and dropping to my knees right here in the kitchen.
“Yeah. I miss it. Besides, it’s been over an hour, and I managed to keep my food down. I think I can handle the few appointments I have on my schedule. Doc said he could take on any emergencies for a while.”
Knowing she’ll have Doc’s support sets my mind at ease. I don’t like the idea of her being on her feet so much, but I wouldn’t dream of telling her what to do. “You should come out to the sanctuary. Check on Sadie with me.”
It’s a sorry excuse to have her near me, but I have no shame when it comes to Angie.
“I’d love that. Do you want to spend the night? We could go together in the morning.”
My heart leaps. “You want me to stay? Weren’t you trying to get rid of me earlier?”
“There have been some… developments since then.”
Temptation wins out, and I prowl toward her, trapping her against the kitchen counter, one hand on either side of her waist. “Do these developments involve my face between your legs?”
One finger trails down my bare chest, and her gaze follows the movement. “Maybe.”
I dip lower until my nose brushes against her cheek. “You hoping for a repeat performance, baby girl?”
She lets out a quiet moan and leans into me, so her cheek brushes mine. “God, I want that. But I’m so tired.”
I smile and press a soft kiss to her cheek. “Let’s get ready for bed, then.”
Angie intertwines our fingers and guides me down the hallway to her bedroom, with its bright white canopy bed, gossamer curtains, pink bedding, and florals everywhere. We stride past everything into a large en-suite bathroom with a double vanity, a soaker tub, and a clear glass shower. Everything matches her bedroom perfectly, with shimmering white porcelain and pink and gold accents.
She stops in front of the shower and turns on the water. As the steam billows around the room, her hands make quick work of the only two buttons keeping her body hidden from me. My shirt drops to the floor, and it’s a goddamn miracle I don’t follow right along with it.
She reaches for my jeans, popping the button.
“What are you doing, Angel?”
“About to shower with my husband.” She pushes my jeans down to pool at my feet. “Unless he’s not up for it.”
Husband. I must be hallucinating because I swear she just called me her husband.
Fucking finally.
