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“I hope you said yes,” I replied.
“I did. Told her I would be honored. Tori then jumped right in saying she couldn’t wait to call me mommy. They are my heart. I love them so much.”
“They are so lucky to have you,” Birdie said. “Bet they’d like a baby brother.”
“Oh, they would! Bryce would love a son. But I’m a little nervous. What if we get a girl?”
“Then you try for a boy next,” I told her. Keep trying for a boy seemed like a simple and logical solution.
“And if that one is a girl?”
“Try until you get a boy.”
“Oh gosh, I could have a dozen kids at that rate.” She shook her head. “Four is my limit with all I have going on between my dance studio and holding down the fort when Bryce is working twelve-hour days during the summer months at his construction business.”
“Four is a lot.” Birdie sipped her drink. She didn’t want kids, but she enjoyed loving on other people’s babies. Kids weren’t for everyone, and that was okay. “Too bad medical advancements haven’t developed a way to pick the gender of your baby.”
“I wish there was a way,” Sadie said.
I wished I could pick the gender like I did a sperm donor.
“You’re looking mighty tasty tonight,” Dante whispered at the shell of my ear from behind me. The warmth of his breath and the scent of his cologne made me tingle.
“I’m not on the menu,” I whispered back.
“We’ll see about that.” He caressed my shoulder, and I hated how his touch made me desire more. “I’ll be back.” He stalked away and took the oxygen in my lungs with him. I watched as he greeted people and hugged them.
“He’s thrilled you’re here,” Demi told me, playfully bumping her shoulder into mine.
“How can you tell?”
“Because he keeps looking at you.”
Sure enough, he was staring at me with a heart-stopping smile.
“She’s happy to see him, too.” Birdie laughed, then fell silent a second later. “What the fuck?”
I followed her gaze to Raymond. “Who’s the woman?”
“Better be his long-lost cousin.” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Or I’ll kill her. No, I’ll kill him.”
The busty blonde snaked her hand around his arm and appeared very comfortable and cozy with Raymond. Not good at all.
“I need another drink.” My bestie vaulted out of her chair and ran into a biker I’d never seen before. “Oh, sorry.”
My gaze dropped to his massive biker boots, traveled up his long legs, passed over his thick thighs, and skirted back and forth over his broad chest. Mercy, mercy, mercy. No words would do this man justice in describing him. The blond stood tall, at least six feet of muscle, and of sheer perfection, with tattoos on his exposed skin, a beard, and God-like Viking looks. Mercy, mercy, mercy! Hell, he could’ve been in the television show.
“You can bump into me anytime, beautiful. Preferably when I’m naked on my back.”
Who was this dude?
Birdie seemed lost for words, which was a rarity.
The Viking God wore a leather cut, but I couldn’t see his patch.
“What’s your name, gorgeous?” The deep timber in his voice shook the ground under my feet.
“Melody. And you?”
