Page 104 of Playing With Danger

She gave me a small smile and nodded.

“Now, I have a new mission. A new goal. I can’t wait to be this little one’s mom. I want to be everything to him or her that I didn’t have. I know I could still be a cop and be a good mom. But that’s not what I want. And since I have a husband who will give me not only everything I want but what I need, he’ll give me this and do it happily.”

She wasn’t wrong. Luke was going to be thrilled to give his wife something she wanted.

“Like I said, I’m happy for you, Sunny. Really fucking happy.”

“Thanks, V. And keep this between us, yeah? I haven’t even told Luke.”

The gravity of what she said hit me square in the chest.

I reached out, hooked her around the back of her neck, and pulled her in for a hug.

She stayed stiff for a second before she hugged me back.

“Honored, Shiloh,” I muttered to the top of her head, then I let her go.

When she stepped back she tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. “Don’t go soft on me, Malone. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t make me less of a badass.”

“Right.” I smiled. “Are we done so I can get home to my woman?”

“We are as long as you promise never to hug me again.”

“You’re gonna be a great mom, Shiloh.”

Her face softened and she lost the attitude.

“I know I will.”

That was Shiloh “Sunny” Kent Marcou—nothing short of fearless and strong.

“I call dibs on babysitting duty.”

“You’re so full of shit.” She laughed and started to back away. “You want to babysit and change dirty diapers about as much as you want two to the chest.”

“Diapers?” I frowned. “I’m talking about when…what age are they potty-trained?”

“No clue.” She shrugged.

“Do you know anything about babies?”

“Nope. Not a damn thing.”

She busted out laughing. I didn’t. I watched the miracle that I’d seen a lot since Luke had come into her life and smoothed all those sharp edges that used to slice anyone who got too close. Seeing that, seeing her, knowing the shit her life was growing up, knowing all she’d overcome to marry a good man, be happy, make a baby, and be able to stand in the parking laughing carefree, gave me hope.

Hope that I could do right by Sophie.

I walked into an empty house. I knew it was going to be empty because Sophie’s car wasn’t in the driveway or garage. I pulled my ringing phone out of my back pocket and frowned.

“What’s up, Hayden?”

“Tell Soph she’s lucky no one tagged my TV or I’d be pissed she left the door open.”

What the hell?

“Come again?”

“Where are you guys? The club house?”

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