Reese grinned. “Michael shooed everyone out so I could feed the baby. I think they all headed back to Dad’s house for a celebration dinner.”
“The whole gang was here?”
“Yep,” Reese replied. “My parents and Raina and Warrick. Dad and Asha. Mom and Grant flew in from Minnesota. Marcus and Samara brought the boys, who areveryexcited about their new cousin and can’t wait to play with her.”
Lexi thought of Samara’s secret pregnancy and hid a smile. Soon enough, Matthew and Malcolm Wolf would have another playmate to get excited about.
“I’m glad you’re both here,” Reese said to Lexi and Quentin. “Michael and I would like to ask a very special favor of you.”
Michael smiled at them. “We want you to be Savannah’s godparents.”
Quentin grinned broadly. Lexi gasped, so touched that tears sprang to her eyes. She and Quentin looked at each other, joined hands, then turned back to their friends and chorused, “We’d be honored.”
Michael and Reese beamed with pleasure. “Good.”
Lexi sniffled. “I need a tissue.”
She’d barely gotten out the words before Quentin removed a handkerchief from his pocket, knelt in front of her and gently dabbed at her watery eyes.
“Look at our feisty, tough-talking Lexi getting all sentimental,” Michael teased. “What have you done to her, Q?”
Quentin smiled into her eyes. “What hasshedone to me?” he murmured.
Lexi reached out and touched his face before she remembered that they had an audience. She glanced up in time to see Michael and Reese exchange quiet, knowing smiles.
Flushing self-consciously, Lexi grinned at Reese. “May I please hold my precious goddaughter who upstaged me on her daddy’s show this morning?”
The others laughed as Reese gingerly handed over the baby. As Lexi cradled the warm, swaddled infant in her arms, something melted inside her.
“Hello, Savannah,” she cooed softly. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful little angel. You’re going to have your daddy wrapped around your finger. Mommy too.” To her delight, the sleeping newborn puckered her tiny lips. “Oh, guys, look—”
Lexi glanced up and froze, arrested by the tender expression on Quentin’s face as he stared at her with the baby. When their eyes met, a deep ache of longing swept through her, squeezing her heart almost painfully.
Glancing away, she kissed Savannah’s silky crown of curls, then gently passed her to Michael. “Here, Daddy. It’s your turn.”
As Michael and Reese resumed cooing over their daughter, Lexi and Quentin smiled softly at each other.
They left shortly afterward, promising to return the next day with the rest of the family.
On the ride home they were unusually quiet, each absorbed in their own private thoughts. When they reached Quentin’s high-rise, where they’d already agreed to spend the night together, they rode the elevator to the twentieth floor in silence.
Once inside the darkened penthouse, they removed their coats and hung them up in the foyer closet.
Their eyes met.
Without a word passing between them, Lexi took Quentin’s hand and led him upstairs to his bedroom. They undressed each other slowly, then fell across the bed in a tangle of limbs. Moonlight poured through the wall of windows, cascading over them as they rolled around, mouths searching, hands caressing and exploring each other’s bodies as if they hadn’t already memorized every detail.
Rising over him, Lexi pushed Quentin down to the bed and straddled him. Gripping the thick base of his shaft, she positioned him and sank down. She heard his breath escape in a slow hiss, heard her own moan as her inner muscles tightened around his penis. He steadied her hips with his hands as she began to move on him. Finding a rhythm, she let her head fall back and surrendered to her body’s instincts, rocking, riding up and down his length with long, deep strokes. He groaned and fondled her breasts, arching his hips to meet every downward pump of hers.
They came together, shuddering and crying out each other’s names. Lexi’s heart soared as Quentin spent himself inside her, spurting liquid heat into her womb with violent pulses.
As their gazes locked, Lexi wondered if she was the only one who hoped they’d just created a new life.
Chapter 18
“What an amazing turnout!”
Lexi glanced up at the heavyset, middle-aged woman who had appeared at her table as the last customer left, armed with an autographed copy of Lexi’s debut cookbook.
