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“Life is good,” I agree.

“You sure you want to throw another baby into that mess?”

A little thrill runs through my stomach. “I’m pretty sure.”

“Good.” He kisses my neck. “Because I have a suite waiting in a hotel nearby.”

“Adriano, you’re taking me to a hotel for sex in the middle of the day?” I pretend to be affronted, clutching at my nonexistent pearls. “What am I, some kind of prostitute?”

“Better than that.” He bites my lower lip. “You’re my wife. Are you going to complain, or are you coming?”

“Coming, like always.”