Lifting her hand, she cups his strong jaw. “Country boy, you trying to play bodyguard?”
His eyes flash. “For you, you’re goddamn right.”
She stares at him, undone. By their love. By their baby. By Luke’s lean hand, his tan fingers fanned out protectively over her stomach.
The door cracks.
Luke glances over, his expression irritated. But the tightness in his face eases at the flash of red hair. “Hi,” Alabama says, stepping inside with Griff. “We just wanted to peek in on y’all. Seth said it’d be okay.”
“Of course,” Sal says softly.
Alabama hurries over, trading places with Luke, who goes to Griff.
“Good Lord, Sal,” Alabama drawls, giving her a light hug. “You sure gave us a scare.”
“How are you doin’, sweetheart?” Griff asks, peering close at Sal as he shakes hands with Luke.
“Tired, sore.” She laughs a little. “I should be out of here later today,” Sal says, casting a sideways glance at her husband. “Although if Luke had his way, I’d probably be here for the next week.”
“Try the next month,” he volleys.
Sal rolls her eyes.
Alabama stares at Sal, a bright beam of a smile curving her lips. “I hear congratulations are in order.”
Sal ducks her head and laughs. “Yeah. Yeah, they are.”
“’Bout time this day finally ended in some damn good news.” Griff slaps Luke hard on the back and lets out a wild hoot. “We gotta celebrate, Kincaid.”
“We damn sure will.” Luke grins, his entire face a light of joy. “When we get home.”
As his warm, dark eyes land on Sal, she shivers.
Home.
She places a palm on her stomach.
They’re all going home.