I shrug. “Of course not.”
Her hands cover mine, squeeze gently. “You’re awesome and we like you for you. I don’t understand what Leo’s doing, but even Connor”—and God, it’s weird to hear her refer to Smitty by his given name—“doesn’t understand Leo. He always says Leo’s worse than Shrek with all his layers.”
My lips twitch. “That sounds like something Smitty might say.”
She squeezes my hands again. “He might have gone on a tangent about onion layers being easier to bust through the walls Leo puts up.”
I giggle. “Also tracks.”
She grins. “You’re feeling better on the morning sickness front, it seems?”
I nod. “Leo bought me these ginger candies that have helped a lot.”
Something I don’t want to read slides across her face. “That was sweet of him.”
“We had a moment,” I find myself blurting.
Her brows fly up. “Yeah?”
“During the ultrasound,” I whisper. “The doctor played the baby’s heartbeat out loud and—” My throat goes tight, eyes tearing up.
“And it was beautiful,” Kailey murmurs.
“Yes. Our eyes locked and held and it was like…I don’t know…”
“Like just the two of you in the entire universe?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Well, like the three of us.” Shannon laughs from the next room and I exhale, blink rapidly. Because there are literally three of us involved in this. “Stupid pregnancy hormones,” I say lightly as I wave a hand in front of my face. “Anyway, I should get out of here. I have an early morning.”
She’s quiet for a moment.
But she’s Kailey—sweet, through and through.
So, she just loops her arm through mine and starts leading me from the room. “Let’s get you out of here.”
“Dessert is in the freezer,” I tell her. “Those ice cream sandwiches you’ve been craving.”
She pauses at the coat rack and pulls me into a hug. Then she leans back and cups both of my cheeks in her palms, her eyes full of emotion. “That’s why we love you, honey.”
I blink. “No fair.”
Her mouth quirks. “Pregnancy hormones are no joke.” But thankfully, she doesn’t dish me any more sweet, just lets me slip out the front door without anyone noticing.
Or that’s what I think as I hurry through the warm summer air toward my car.
“Harp.”
I freeze with the driver’s side door partly open and turn to watch Leo walking my way.
God, he’s beautiful.
Graceful and strong, his stride displaying a confidence that makes it clear he knows exactly how to use every part of his body.
Something I can vouch for.
My stomach flutters, but I ignore it…and the desire pooling between my legs.
Been there, done that.
