“Maybe he doesn’t want to go too fast.”
I stop myself, hearing what I’m saying.
Jane nods along.
“Exactly. How could henotwant to go fast when you talk about starting a family all the time?”
“Yeah.” I let out a breath. “I know. You’re probably right. I just freaking wish he’d say it.”
She bites down. “Okay. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes. Always.”
“Then just take my word for it that everything’s going to be okay.”
“But how can you say that?”
“Lucy,” she says, giving me a look.
All the years come into focus, and I can read her expression, and suddenly I know. I guess.
And I hope I’m right.
“Okay,” I say, sitting back. “Thank you. I’ll…yeah, I think I get it.”
The wordslovebounce around my mind, somehow twinkling, like a ring, like a freaking engagement ring.
My belly shivers, and I know I’m pregnant too.
How soon before I cancheck?
I do some math with my period, and the test range…eight days for the one I bought.
It’s obviously too soon.
I warn myself not to get my hopes up.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Logan
“I’m sorry for interrupting your lunch,” I say, focusing on the road as we drive through the city.
My woman’s wearing one of those summer dresses again, the fabric settling against her perfect body.
I’m stirring, a howling voice telling me to go to the nearest hotel with a presidential suite, take her up there and bend my sexy….
I stare hard at the road, taking a breath. The pressure against my chest – the item in the pocket of my suit jacket – isn’t helping things.
Everything hinges on it.
“Jane was very understanding,” Lucy says, with a note of something in her voice.
Yes, she was. Because I asked her the same way I would’ve asked Lucy’s father if he was still alive.
And I had to warn her about the trip, so she and Lucy didn’t make plans.
I glance over at my woman as we come to a red light.