Page 117 of Married to Number 22
I lift my head. “She knew.”
“That you’d kick ass and save the world?” He cups my jaw. “Of course she did.”
I shake my head. “She knew I’d pushed you away, knew it left a hole in me, and she knew you were playing for the Grizzlies.” My mouth hitches up. “So, she decided to give me the push I needed to find you…andsave the world.”
He grins. “Never let it be said that Grams wasn’t sneaky.”
“And smart.” I grin back. “And luckily for us, we benefited from her machinations.”
“True.” A beat. “And you know what else?”
I shake my head.
“We have the house to ourselves.”
“Yes,” I say slowly, not getting why his smile is turning wicked. “Ack!”
He scoops me up and sets me on the counter. “Which means we get to continue our celebration.”
“Didn’t we celebrate enough last night?
“No.”
“But—”
A searing kiss that steals my breath. “Because we get to continue our celebration with kitchen sex.”
Heat slices through me.
“Right,” I say and because I know that the newlyweds Jean-Michel and Jace will understand precisely why I’m going to show up late for our meeting, I throw my arms around Aiden’s neck and kiss him with everything I have.
“I think it’s time to get me naked,” I tell him as I pull back for air.
And—as usual—he doesn’t disappoint me.
Gray
I spent the morning with a trio of hockey players, trying to figure out what size clothes a baby needs.
Because apparently getting newborn size isn’t right.
The kid’s gonna be newly born, so you think that’d make sense—to get newborn size—but apparently I know nothing.
And now, between Joel, Smitty, and myself, we’ve bought more clothes than a kid needs—and then some.
And, unfortunately, I’m now aware that baby clothes come in a plethora of sizes, including the aforementioned newborn.
If only the world could see me now.
Rolling my eyes, I hit the opener, wait for the door to roll up, and then pull into the garage. I’m just popping the trunk, pulling out far too many bags of clothes when I hear my name.
That voice…
It strokes down my spine like fingers tracing nonsensical patterns over my naked flesh, moving further and further south, moving forward, rounding my body and encircling me, stroking once, twice?—
I slam the trunk, turn for the house.
Know that she’s going to follow me.
