Page 79 of A Moment for Us
“Semantics.” Josh moves around me pulling the gun back out of my hand and heads to the car seats. “There. Car seats.” He scans one without really looking. “You can thank me now.”
“Those aren’t the ones we need.” I sigh. “That’s a booster seat, which is what Amelia sits in. We need different ones.”
He scratches his head. “It’s a car seat.”
I roll my eyes and point to the infant one. “Yes, but this is the one for babies and it snaps in and out and . . .” I groan. “Just...stop scanning.”
“But Mary at the front said it was very important for the father to be involved in this,” he says with a smirk.
Oh, that smirk totally turns me on. Damn him and his smirky mouth.
“It’s going to take me hours to clean up this list.”
“What do you mean?”
I raise my brow with my own grin now. “It means that when we get home, I’ll log on and erase all your stupid scans.”
“You wouldn’t,” he says, his voice low and playful.
“Oh, I would.”
He moves toward me quickly, wrapping me in his arms, and I giggle, trying to escape. “If you do, I’ll come back here once a week and scan more.”
“You wouldn’t,” I repeat his words.
“Oh, darling, I think we both know I would.”
His gaze drops to my lips.
He’s going to kiss me. He wants to, and I want him to so much. I am desperate for him and how his lips feel on mine.
“Are you both doing okay?” Mary, the not-so-helpful woman from the registry department, asks.
Josh flashes her a smile. “We’re great.”
“Oh, good, because it can be a bit overwhelming.”
He nods. “Especially with twins.”
“Oh, how wonderful. How far along are you?”
“We’re still early on, but we wanted to get a jump on things,” Josh explains. “Twins need a lot of stuff.”
“Yes, they definitely do. Your wife didn’t mention twins earlier or I would’ve given you a different items sheet. She just said you guys needed to register.”
If a person could choke on air, Josh would be doing it. “We’re not...”
I finish so the words are mine, and I can save myself some smidgen of pride. “We aren’t married. He has commitment issues and decided that knocking me up was an easier choice than dating me.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh, I see. I didn’t . . . I see, it’s not that you have to be married. You both just looked so happy, and I assumed.”
“It’s fine,” I assure her. “Josh and I were supposed to just be a fun night, and it kind of spiraled out of control. And now, here we are.”
“Delia,” he says with a warning.
I turn to him, batting my eyelashes. “What? I’m not lying to her.”
He smiles at Mary but talks through his teeth. “She doesn’t need all that information.”
