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“Can you believe she’s pregnant?”
Reilly pulled back the covers and sighed at the sight of the soft pillow waiting for her weary head.
“Can you believe he’s going to marry her?” Luke returned.
The two were crawling into bed after a ridiculously long night. They’d left the hospital when the nurse forced them out of Kenny’s room at midnight. They’d taken Pop and headed back to the Savannah house leaving Tessa to sleep in a chair next to Kenny all night.
Reilly had no such dedication to her mending brother. If she was going to play tomorrow, she needed her rest.
It was now close to two in the morning and her ten a.m. wake-up call was fast approaching. The last thing she wanted to do was have a discussion on marriage, but something in Luke’s tone, his incredulousness she supposed, had her frowning.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He slipped in the covers and stretched his arms over his head.
“It means, Kenny married. Married Kenny. Two words I wouldn’t have put together.”
“He’s going to be a father, he needs to marry her.”’
“Kenny. Father. Father Kenny,” Luke smirked even as he closed his eyes. “Two more words I wouldn’t have put together.”
“Are you saying my brother is so emotionally crippled he’s incapable of being a husband and a father?” Reilly asked affronted.
“No,” he said carefully. “I just thought I would never see the day, that’s all. I’m happy for him.”
“Happy for him you want to be him? Or happy for him but glad you’re not him?”
Silence lingered.
“Luke?”
“Hold on. I’m trying to figure out if there is a right answer for that.”
“Never mind,” she huffed, turning on her side away from him and giving the pillow a few satisfying whacks. “As if I would even want to marry you.”
“You know I have a lousy track record.”
“There’s an understatement.”
She felt him roll toward her. His breath warmed the shoulder left bare by her tank top.
“I can’t get you to agree to live with me and you want to get married.”
“Of course not.”
“Then why are you getting pissed at me?”
She had no idea. She had been the one to drag her heels regarding moving their relationship ahead. It was just the way he’d so easily ruled out marriage that made her balk. Which was ridiculous. He was right. Thinking about marriage before she’d agreed to live with him full- time was like thinking about landing on the moon before figuring out if space flight was possible.
“Can we chalk it up to I’m a little emotional right now?”
It was a lame excuse, but if anyone was entitled, she was.
“What? Because your brother was stabbed? Because you’re competing for a Royal Blue jacket, something no one thought a woman would ever be able to do? Or because you’re so gone over me it’s left your head a little muddled?”
“Yeah, that one,” she mumbled into the pillow. “Number three.”
