Page 31 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

“Better?” he asked, his eyes dark.

I gave a shaky laugh. “Better.”

He groaned as he pulled me against his hard body. “I have to go.”

“Okay.”

I may or may not have shed a few tears when his big black truck pulled out of the driveway. And then he was gone.

I was alreadyin bed when my phone rang. I scrambled in the dark to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Were you sleeping?” Jackson’s voice rumbled in my ear.

“Yes…no…just in bed but not asleep.”

“What are you wearing?” he teased.

“My pajamas.” I facepalmed myself. Could I get any less sexy?

He laughed.

I tried to think of something to ask. “How was your drive?”

“It was long.”

“And now you’re at work?”

“About to get on the bird.”

“You’re getting on a helicopter?”

“Yup. They’re just loading up.”

“Oh.” I tried to imagine Jackson in his environment. “Are you wearing a uniform?”

“Yeah, we’re geared up.”

I was exhausted. I could not imagine having to work this late at night after a six-hour car ride. It sounded brutal. “I wish you had gotten some sleep.”

“I’ll sleep on the flight.”

“Okay.”

A short pause. “I applied for housing for us. There’s a waiting list for houses, which I expected.”

“Oh. How long do you think it’ll take?”

“Not sure. Could be up to four months.”

Four months? That seemed like an interminable amount of time. I would probably be as big as a house. I still couldn’t wrap my brainaround the fact that I was having a baby. Would I not see him until then?

“You still there?”

“Yes,” I cleared my throat. “Just doing some mental calculations.”

“About?”

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