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I kissed him.
We made out until someone shouted that we should get a room. Embarrassed, I laughed while pushing him away and clamoring back into the car. Kid laughed and got behind the wheel so we could continue to the studio.
“You know something?” I asked as he parked so we could head into the building. “You make me happy, Kid.”
“I haven’t done anything.”
“Yes, you did. You love me.” I cleared my throat. “Can I not call you Kid?”
“Why not?”
“I have sex with you.” My cheeks grew warm.
“I see your problem. There are no rules saying you must call me Kid.”
Before we stepped from the brand-new elevator, I stole a few more kisses. Once the door pinged open, we entered the receptionist area. I never liked the way the woman looked at Kid. She smiled entirely too much at my man, so I drew close to his side.
If looks could kill…
“You know, women are always going to flirt with me.” Kid leaned in to kiss the side of my head in front of the woman.
“Don’t by so smug.” I smacked his heart.
“All I’m saying.” He smirked down at me. “Just because they offer doesn’t mean I’ll accept.”
“Are you two going to stay out there talking to each other all day?” Chelsea called from down the hall.
I looked up to see she had Grace with her.
“Well, if it isn’t the most beautiful girl in the world!” Kid cheered as we approached Chelsea.
“Hey, she’s taken.” I bumped him with my hip.
Kid took Grace from her mother for a cuddle. Grace promptly stuck a finger up his nose. He laughed and looked down into the small face of the baby with such love, I swore my ovaries exploded.
“I mean this beautiful girl.” Kid told me.
I gasped.
He stuck his tongue out at me and wandered off, speaking sweetly to the baby.
Chelsea escorted me toward the main boardroom. I stopped to blow Sean Hannigan a kiss then continued on with my friend. I closed the door behind us then sat at the large table.
“You look happy.” Chelsea gathered mineral water, ice and two crystal drinking glasses from the far side of the room.
I watched as she poured us the refreshments and set one in front of me before taking her seat.
“I’m happy.” I admitted. “Kid’s been amazing. I wake up sometimes and just stare at him. When I was engaged to Emmitt there was no joy. But all I had to do is get his attention and see the way he smiles—the way the corner of his eyes crinkles.”
“And you say I have it bad?”
“You’re a jerk.” I laughed. “But he loves me, Chelsea. He actually loves me.”
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
I nodded.
Kids footsteps carried to the door and I looked up, watching the way he cradled the baby to him as if trying to protect her from the door.
