Page 115 of Speak of the Devil

The tears I kept restraining now freely flow down my cheeks. “Yes. I’m pregnant.”

He lifts but then winces in pain. “I love you so much, Cat.” I stay closer, so he doesn’t have to move at all. “More than anything.”

“I love you, too, babe. More than anything.”

“I want you to hear this straight from my heart.” I wait with bated breath, and then he says, “I’m going to be the best damn husband and dad I can be for you and our babies. I promise you that.”

We haven’t been together all that long even when counting the last time and that kiss at the bonfire, but this feels right for us, and I know he’ll keep his promise to give us a beautiful life.

We kiss once more before my feet land back on the tiles. “So we’re going to bust you out of this place and get you home so I can take care of you. How are you feeling?” I press my hand to his forehead.

“I’m getting married and having a baby. I’d say life is pretty fucking grand.”

Even on meds, he’s a handful and all mine. “I think you’re going to live.”

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“A little to the right.The table is blocking my view.”

Cat picks up her mat and shuffles closer to the pool. “Here?”

“Perfect.”

She bends away from me in the downward dog pose, causing me to shift my—fuck. Okay, that fucking hurt. I use my right arm this time and tuck it behind my head to watch my wi—fiancée do yoga on the deck this fine morning.

The good life.

And then the meds kick in, and my eyelids grow heavy again.

I wake up to see Cat asleep next to me, curled on her side with her hand on my stomach. I reach over and stroke her head, not meaning to wake her but in appreciation of her being here. She canceled her week to stay and take care of me and take me to the doctor.

She lifts her head, worry gripping her gaze. “Is everything okay?”

I touch her again, letting her silky hair flow through my fingers. “It’s perfect.”

Her grin widens as she sits up, shifting to lean against the headboard. “You have a broken shoulder, and life is perfect?”

“Yes.” I start to adjust, so she helps arrange the pillows to support my back when I sit up. “I’ll heal in no time. You heard the doctor. And he called me a star?—”

“Yes, yes. He called you a superstar patient.”

“And he wasn’t referring to my fame.”

“You sure about that?” she teases, her laughter shaking her shoulders. “I kid. I kid.” She taps my nose. “You’ve actually been a really good patient. I expected a lot more whining.”

Leaning over to the point I know I can before it hurts, I wait. “Sorry to disappoint.” She meets me halfway. Partners.

“Not a disappointment. I thought you’d need me more.”

I rub her leg and look at her face, not liking the sadness that has permeated her features. “You know I need you. As a matter of fact, I could use some special attention right now under the covers, Nurse Cate.” I lift the blanket to show her that I haven’t lost my desire for her.

“You’re incorrigible, Shane Faris.” She climbs out of bed, padding toward the bathroom.

Still holding the covers, I ask, “That’s a no, right?”

“Yes.”

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