Epilogue
Two months later
I finishmy show and head backstage after the second curtain call, breathless and exhausted at once.
Hands catch me in the wings, dragging me against a hard body. I struggle on instinct, flailing with my elbows, until his familiar scent invades my senses.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
I suck in a breath. “Tyler.”
He’s here.
His grip loosens enough I can spin to face him and peer up into his face, shadowed in the backstage lights.
God, he’s gorgeous. Wearing a black leather jacket over jeans, dark shadow on his face as if he hasn’t had a chance to shave. He’s a fantasy even before I spot the ring on his tattooed hand.
A wave of joy and possessiveness washes over me.
“I was supposed to come to you next weekend,” I murmur.
His slow grin is sexy as hell. “I stole a couple of nights off to check on my wife.”
My heart swells, my chest aching. “Thank you. But I don’t need checking up on.”
“No?”
“I’m very capable.”
“I know that. But a very capable woman has needs her husband can help her with.”
My finger taps my lips as I pretend to consider. “I’m not so sure. You might have outlived your usefulness.”
“Oh really? I’ll get on that jet back to Sweden, then—”
I grab his belt loop, laughing, and he turns back.
“I have to tell you something.”
A few other cast members brush past us, waving at Tyler and exchanging warm greetings.
I wait for them to pass before lowering my voice, taking his jacket in my hands. “I’ve decided to wrap up the show in three more months. I haven’t told the entire cast, but I’ve worked it out with the producers. I’ll be showing…”
Tyler’s face slackens, his gaze dropping to my stomach under the costume. “You’re pregnant.”
I bite my lip, nodding. I took the test a few weeks ago but wanted to wait to see that things were okay and to tell him in person.
His eyes darken, thick lashes blinking. The emotion scrolling across his handsome face is everything.
Then he crushes his mouth to mine. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
“I wanted to tell you in person.”
“Oh, so you’re allowed to say that,” he teases, reminding me of the day I arrived in LA before our wedding to a roomful of lawyers. “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”
I shake my head. “Too early. But since you’re here, I’ll move my appointment. They should be able to give us a due date.”
His grin splits his handsome face.
We head to my changeroom, and he pins me up against the wall.
“It seems ineffective to want to fuck your wife after you learn she’s pregnant,” I breathe.
Tyler’s chocolate eyes warm me everywhere. “This time’s for us.”