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My response seemed to please her, but I could see that something was still bothering her. I didn’t know what it was that Melinda had told her, but I could guess.

“And no, I have never done this with any other girls,” I told her. “And no, there aren’t a bunch of other girls, and no, those girls at my apartment weren’t brought there by me. Did Melinda say any of that?”

Cady just nodded. She was trying not to completely burst into tears. I squeezed her hand harder, leaned in, and pulled her to me.

She all but collapsed into my arms. I felt her chest rise with every breath and ran my fingers through her hair as I held her. She was soft, warm, and the missing piece to the puzzle that was my life.

I kissed her gently on the collarbone, then worked my way up her neck to her ear, then across her cheek and eventually to her soft, plump lips. As we kissed, her tears spilled from her eyes onto my cheek.

Never again, I thought. She’ll never cry again.

“Come on,” I told her. “I have a car waiting outside. Come back home with me.”

Cady looked up at me with vulnerability and trust in her eyes. She’d ambushed me with her brilliance, her sweetness, her beauty, and the way she made me laugh and feel things I’d never felt before. I’d showed up for a simple game of tennis and found myself head over heels for the woman of my dreams.

Sometimes life just throws you a curveball, I thought to myself.

No…that was a baseball analogy!

She plays tennis, you idiot!

“Sometimes life just…sends you a serve you can’t return,” I said, fumbling around for an analogy to express how I was feeling. It didn’t quite work, though, as Cady gave me a strange look like I was speaking another language or something.

“What?”

“I dunno,” I laughed. “I was just trying to express how I didn’t expect any of this and do it with a tennis analogy.”

“Oh!” she giggled. “Sometimes the ball just takes a funny bounce?”

“Yea,” I replied. “That’s much better. Come on. Let’s go.”

“Home?” she asked.

It took a second, but I realized what she was asking.

I’d used the word without even thinking, but she’d noticed as soon as I said it.

“Yes,” I told her. “Home.”

Epilogue

Four months later…

I gasped and gazed up at the full moon as my body shook and my pulse quickened. My eyes moved up my fiancé’s beautiful, chiseled body as I looked down over my baby bump to where he was on the ground between my legs.

“Baby, that feels so good…” I mewed as he dragge

d his tongue up my slick slit from my hole to my clit. My back arched as he sucked it gently and ran his hands up my sides to my breasts.

It had only been four months of pregnancy, but they’d already grown a full cup size and Chase was loving it. He was sure that by the time I was ready to give birth, they’d be so big that I’d have to fight not to topple over.

It was the four-month anniversary of the day we’d met, and Chase had surprised me by taking me here after dinner. He’d rented out the whole club so we’d have complete privacy, led me over to the court where we’d met, where he’d laid out candles and blankets, and told me again just how much he loved me.

It was something I’d never grow tired of hearing. Every time he said it I either melted or butterflies swam through my chest. I still blushed half the time, which embarrassed me, but Chase loved it.

The moonlight glinted off the absurdly enormous rock on my finger. He’d proposed to me the day after he fired Melinda, which was the day after he showed up at my apartment like a burglar in the middle of the night.

He’d taken me on a private jet all the way to the Caribbean to his private home with a private beach and got down on one knee as the sun set over the water. I could hardly believe it.

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