Page 27 of Ghost's Obsession

“What time is it?” I ask groggily.

“One in the afternoon and I’ve made lunch for you.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him, feeling all kinds of guilty about him going through so much trouble for me.

He reaches over and takes my hand gently.

Looking into my eyes he says, “Don’t keep telling me that I don’t have to do stuff for you. I want to do nice things for you, because…” Glancing away, he adds, “Look, I probably shouldn’t say this, but in the time we’ve gotten to know each other I like you. I really like you. Shit, I know this isn’t what you want to hear right now. I don’t want you to feel…”

Before he can get the words out of his sexy mouth, I pull him down towards me. Now that the sickness is under control, I’m feeling a lot better. And horny. As my mouth touches his I feel his lips part in a startled response. When I let him go, he pulls back, looking a little dazed. Then a cute lopsided smile curves up one side of his face.

“So that’s the way it’s gonna be, is it?”

I give him a firm nod. “I really like you, too. Big muscly, tatted-up bikers don’t just fall out of the sky, you know.”

He smothers back a smile. “Neither do beautiful, talented, hardworking women with readymade families.”

My eyes fly up to his. “So, the fact I’m pregnant doesn’t bother you?”

“Hell no. Kids are innocent. They turn out to be whatever you make ‘em.”

Oh, this man is after my heart. It’s truly mind-boggling to have a hot, protective guy step up just when I’m at the lowest point of my whole life. And he’s interested in me for me and accepting that my baby and I are a package deal. This man isgolden in my opinion and I’m definitely interested in getting to know him better.

Before I can speak, he nudges the tray he brought me closer.

“I made you a bunch of really bland stuff, just in case you’re still feeling nauseous.”

I glance down and see cooked baby carrots. I reach down with my fingers, grab one and pop it into my mouth. It tastes delicious.

“What in the world did you do to them?”

He picks up another and brings it to my lips.

“Honey glazed. I thought the honey would go easy on your stomach.”

“Well, you were right about that. Quick, put some more in my mouth.”

He does as I ask and keeps feeding me. He’s smiling and happy and I’m actually eating real food, so it’s all a win in my mind.

Once the plate is empty, he says, “I’m fuckin’ thrilled that you ate that much. That medicine Patch gave you must be good stuff.”

“It is,” I tell him. “So what’s on our schedule for today?”

He shrugs. “A whole lot of nothin’, at least until you’re feeling better.”

“But I am feeling better.”

His expression turns stubborn.

“Patch said you’re to rest for the next few days. You don’t have to be in bed but you’re definitely not working.”

I open my mouth to object, but he cuts me off. Gesturing to the side of the room, he tells me,

“I didn’t know what you needed for your stay in my house, so I brought all your stuff from the garage.”

“Oh, you didn’t have…”

Before I could get the words out, he stuffs a cracker in my mouth. “Remember, you weren’t going to say that again.”

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