“What?” I demanded.
“This is going to be fun.”
Chapter19
Slash grabbedme by the belt loops of my jeans and hauled me toward him. “When will you and Jazz be done?”
“I dunno,” I said, looking up at him through the sweep of my lashes. “We have some business to take care of, but I need a few hours to gossip about you and all the changes going on in my life.”
“Fair enough,” he said. “But the sooner we buy furniture, the sooner we can move into the house.”
“We?” I raised a brow. “Sounding a little domesticated, aren’t you?”
“You make me sound like a feral cat.”
“Here, kitty, kitty.”
“Woman, you’re playing with fire.”
I placed my hands on his chest and reluctantly pushed away from him. “We’ll go this afternoon, okay?”
He raised his brows. “Don’t you need more time than that to pick out the stuff you want?”
“Not really, no. What do we need? A couch, a coffee table, bedroom furniture… We can tackle the nursery later.”
“Later.”
“Later,” I repeated slowly. “When we—ah—find out the sex.”
He paused. “We haven’t talked about that. Any of it.”
“We’ve been occupied with other things,” I said, feeling my cheeks flush.
“Like screwing our brains out.”
“And bricks through windows,” I added. “I want to know. About the baby’s sex, I mean. So we can plan. Is that okay?”
His eyes darkened and he caught the back of my neck. “Yeah, woman, that’s okay.”
I bit my lip. “Do you have a preference?”
“About?”
“Do you want a boy or a girl?”
“I want a healthy baby. I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl.”
I collapsed against his chest and hugged him to me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me even tighter. He bent his head and brushed his lips against my hair.
“I should go,” he commented.
“Mkay.” I snuggled into him.
He groaned. “You’re making it impossible to leave.”
“Good.”
His cell phone trilled in his pocket, and he sighed. “Can’t ignore this shit anymore. Call me when you’re done with Jazz.”