Page 217 of Wild Card

“Need to revisit the house plans and make sure our kids will have the room they need.”

“Honey, the house is massive. We could have five kids and still have room left over.”

“Okay, five it is.”

“Maybe we should start with one and see how it goes.”

“You want to stop at one, we’ll talk about it. But I want to give you a big family.”

My stomach dives and soars in sync. I’d give this man anything in the world.

“One condition.” My fingers glide to his eyes, lightly brushing across his lashes. “I want my children to have your eyes and lashes.”

“I’ll do my best.”

A quiet settles between us, a new intensity building.

“What brought this up tonight, baby?”

“Anything you want, I’ll give it to you. Just say the word.”

“You already give me everything.”

“You want a baby. I want to give that to you.”

I jerk so fast he has to stop me from toppling over. “I love them all, but I don’t have baby fever.”

“Then what the hell are you holding back?”

“W-w-what do you mean?”

“Noticed it last night. Thought maybe it was the kick-off to wedding week. You taking on the pressure of making everything perfect. That’s not it.”

Whatever you do, act normal.The girls’ number one piece of advice rings in my ears.

I thought I’d done a good job.

“There’s nothing?—”

“Careful, Princess, don’t lie to me.”

I flash him my most sincere smile.

He growls.

The smile dies and I blow out a breath. “Damn you and your hyper-senses.”

“Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Is Max in trouble?” I blurt out and brace for his answer.

His expression darkens and a tremor runs down my spine. “Fucking women.”

I wait for what seems like an eternity for him to speak again. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

“The intel is unclear at this time.”

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