Page 72 of Dreamboat

I take a step back from where we’ve been standing next to each other in the foyer. Even though it’s the middle of the night, I changed twice before he got here, finally settling on a pair of black yoga shorts and a purple T-shirt.

Just as I’m turning to start toward the kitchen, Donovan reaches for my hand. “I’ll always be here for you. I meant what I said, Delia. Whenever you need me, I want you to call. Whether it’s day or night…just like you did tonight.”

I test the waters of the conversation I want to have with him. “Even after the baby arrives?”

His entire face lights up with a smile. He’s so seriously good-looking that it’s striking. It’s impossible not to stare at him. “Did you take a test?”

“No,” I answer while squeezing his hand. “If I am pregnant, I’ll be able to reach out night or day?”

He stares into my eyes. His brow furrows slightly, but he answers without any hesitation, “I’ll always be here for both of you. I’m never that far away, Delia. Whether I’m at home or at work.”

That’s comforting and lessens the uncertainty that has taken hold of me since I realized I may be pregnant, but I’m feeling something else too.

We’ve always been clear that our relationship is based on fun, but a part of me wonders what it would be like to raise this baby as a couple.

“Let’s eat and talk,” he suggests, breaking my train of thought.

I nod and without saying another word, I start toward my kitchen.

Donavan finishes the last of the spaghetti in his bowl. “Martina Calvetti is untouchable.”

I smile because I agree. I’ve been frequenting Calvetti’s for years, dating back to my high school days. I’m still stunned that Matt thinks I never indulged in the spaghetti. I’m sure I’ve sampled every single dish on the menu, including several more than once.

“She is.” I nod. “So is Nicholas Wolf.”

He laughs. “You caught me staring at that book on the counter.”

I jerk a thumb in the direction he’s referring to. “How could I not? You were in a trance I think.”

“I was,” he admits. “That’s Blurred Consequence, Delia. The book isn’t set for release for another two months.”

“I know.” I’m still a bundle of nerves inside but talking about anything other than the six pregnancy tests in my tote bag in the foyer is helping keep me somewhat calm. “His sister gave me that copy the other day.”

“You’re damn lucky.”

He’s right but it has nothing to do with the book. I’m lucky because I’m sitting in my home with a man who might be the father of my baby and he’s mature and kind.

“I can read you a little of it,” he offers.

I want that very much but I want something else more.

“Maybe later,” I say. “I think I’m ready to take a test.”

He pushes back to stand. “Where should I be when you do that?”

I search his face for more understanding but come up empty since the only thing I see is concern for me. “What do you mean, Donovan?”

“I want to be here with you when you take it,” he tells me. “If that’s what you want. If you want me to take off, I’ll go, but only as far as the lobby. I know I’ll need to sit until you share the news.”

I manage a smile despite the fact that my heart is thundering inside my chest. “Stay with me. We’ll find out together.”

He offers me his hand. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

I take it and allow him to help me to my feet. I feel as though my knees are shaking uncontrollably, but when I glance down they’re not moving at all.

He pulls me toward him gently so he can kiss me softly. “I’m glad you called me tonight, Delia. Thank you for doing that.”

I nod. “It’s time to find out if we’re going to be parents.”

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