Page 110 of Three Pucks and a Baby

I smiled. “Thank you for saying just what I needed to hear.”

“Well, it’s the truth.”

“And I’ve gotten away with it so far.” Glancing down at my dress, I patted my slight bump. “I mean, I don’t look pregnant, right?”

“Nope.” He wagged his brows. “Well, maybe when you’re naked.”

I laughed. “Good thing we’re not nudists.”

Tilting his head, Bennett said, “Seriously though, you don’t have to introduce me as your boyfriend. We can always tell them the truth that I’m a disowned bisexual from a religiously intolerant family.”

With a gasp, I said, “Absolutely not!”

“Just a suggestion.”

I grabbed his hand in mine. “You are so much more than that.”

“Thanks, Viv.”

“I would be honored to introduce you as my boyfriend.”

“You would?”

Tilting my head, I brought my lips to his. After bestowing a gentle kiss, I pulled back to stare intently into his eyes. A myriad of emotions swirled in them. “I would be honored to be yours, Bennett.”

“You are mine.” He swallowed hard. “The only woman I want.”

“What about the guys?”

“They can have a part of you. I just want you to have a part of me.”

I smiled at him. “I’ll take it.”

“Good.”

After I gave him another quick kiss, I said, “Come on. Let’s go.”

Always the gentleman, Bennett grabbed the basket out of the car. “Be careful on the walkway. It looks icy.”

His concern sent warmth tingling all over me. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Thankfully, I made it to the porch without slipping and taking a tumble. Before I could even knock on the door, my dadthrew it open. “There’s my girl,” he bellowed with a big grin.

Even though it had only been two weeks since I’d seen him, Dad still stretched his arms wide for me. I quickly dove into his waiting embrace. “Hey, Daddy,” I said, as I squeezed him tight.

When I pulled back, he furrowed his brows at me. “There’s something different about you,” he remarked.

As I fought the rising panic, I quickly replied, “It’s my hair. I just got some blonde highlights in it,” I lied.

“Why on earth would you mess with perfection?” he questioned with a smile.

Since I got my auburn hair from him and his mother, I appreciated his backward compliment. “I’ll remember that next time.”

Dad glanced over my shoulder to where Bennett was standing. “And who is this?”

“This is my friend, Bennett.”

Dad’s brown eyes narrowed. “Friend? Like aboyfriend?”

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