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“Stop pissing me off,” I mutter, my breathing labored, running the back of my hand across my bloody nose. I look up and find James has somehow managed to get his big body over the center console into the driving seat. “You could have killed us all.”
Danny huffs, settling back on his side of the car. “I already feel dead from lack of sleep.”
“Another bad night?” James asks, looking at us both in the rearview mirror.
“It was better, actually,” Danny says. “After I’d rocked her for fifteen minutes. Turns out she’s a Michael Kiwanuka fan. She slept for five hours straight.”
“And Rose?” I ask, daring to go there.
“Rose is Rose.” He smiles to himself, looking out of the window at the freeway whizzing past. “Brilliantly strong while being heartbreakingly fragile.”
I smile. Sounds familiar.
“So you’re having a sexual overhaul to make sure you’re clean for the lawyer?” Danny asks, snapping out of his wistful musings of his wife and turning his attention back to me.
“Sounds sensible,” James pipes in.
Okay. Enough about me and my recently born consideration for the woman I’m sleeping with. “When’s Otto popping the question?”
“Don’t know,” Danny replies quickly. “So, answer me this.”
“What?”
“Has the lawyer pushed for these tests?”
“What?”
“Am I speaking Chinese again?”
I look at James, like he can help me, but he appears interested too. “No, she hasn’t. I don’t know why you two are making such a big deal of the lawyer. I’m fucking her.”
“And when are you planning on telling her you live life one step away from America’s Most Wanted list?”
“Did you invite me along just to piss me off?”
He grins. “Always.”
“I’m just fucking her.” What the fuck am I saying? I should be speaking some truths. Tell them it wasn’t Allison in my bed this morning.
“And your little crush on Pearl isn’t a thing anymore?”
I look at him in horror. Speak! “It was never a thing,” I grate, incensed. Crush? Fuck, would I love it to be just a crush.
“So you don’t want to fuck her anymore?”
Fuck, yes, I want to fuck her every minute of every day. “I’m going to smash your fucking face in again, Danny,” I warn, and he holds his hands up.
“Just checking.” He goes back to James. “Do you think you could convince Beau to go to St. Lucia?”
I exhale, the heat off. What the fuck am I going to tell them? I’m just fucking her? No. It’s more than fucking. I think. Is it? I frown to myself, my hand automatically going to my heart and rubbing. It’s like an innate something that’s ordering me to devote myself to her. Is this?—
Oh fuck.
“Probably,” James says, and I blink.
“You think?” Danny asks, surprised.
“Yeah, I think. Pregnancy’s brought out a reasonable side to her.” He smiles at the mirror, and I laugh under my breath.
