Page 29 of The Baby Bargain
Chase: Most guys would be happy their little sister bagged a doctor.
Ariel: Most guys.
Chase: You know?
Ariel: Know?
I flick the light off. Slide into bed. Hug the cell to my chest.
There's something about talking to Chase like this, in my giant The Cure t-shirt and my black panties (it's the most practical color), surrounded by my royal purple bedspread and my lilac sheets.
It's intimate.
Illicit even.
My stomach flutters. My nipples pang. My sex clenches.
Chase hasn't been with anyone since his ex. That's almost two years. More even.
He must know if he's disease free.
And he's so tall and blue eyed and intense.
We'd have cute babies.
It's totally, completely out of the question—
But we really would have cute babies.
Chase: Your brothers didn't think Phil was good enough for you.
Ariel: But they got a banner.
Chase: They're trying to support you.
Ariel: Is it because he's short?
Chase: That came up.
Ariel: He's the same height as me.
Chase: Did I say anything?
Ariel: You don't have to say it. You live it.
Chase: I live it?
Ariel: What are you? Six three?
Chase: About that.
Ariel: That's ridiculous.
Chase: How?
Ariel: You're in the top three percentile.
Chase: That sounds good.
