“You can’t do that forever,” Moreno says.
I want to tell himtry me,but I know he’s right. “When the baby comes, there will be a nursery and her bedroom.” I smirk in satisfaction.
“The girl needs vitamin D. Light. Sunshine. You know the giant ball in the sky.”
“I’m not an idiot,” I say. “When she’s less feisty, you can let her roam the garden. Keep a guard on her at all times. And I’m bulking up security around here. Once Gino gets wind that his daughter is pregnant, who knows what he will do.”
“You said he gave you his blessing for you to marry his daughter. Was that not what happened?” Moreno asks.
“More or less.” I wave dismissively. It strikes me as an odd bargain, but I don’t want to overthink a man who would torment and torture his daughter. He’s sick.
“About that nursery, Boss. Do you want me to have a crib and essentials ordered and delivered to the premises?”
I know nothing about children. I’m surprised Moreno knows more than I do, but he does have two younger siblings. I’m an only child.
“Yes. A crib would be good. You take care of that. I’ll deal with Nikki.”
“Deal with her how?” Moreno asks. He raises an inquisitive eye, just one eyebrow lifts. I don’t know how the hell he does that. Or if he’s even trying.
“I’ll remind her who is in charge. She has this way about her, Moreno. I swear she’s trying to get under my skin. I need to break it out of her—that determination.”
“She’s not a puppy that you can train and take out to play with when you’re bored.”
“Isn’t that precisely what she is? My pet.”
Kitten.