Page 165 of Unlock My Heart

“Nobody’s popping a cap in anyone’s ass,” Remi says with finality.

Alessandra makes a gagging sound as she pauses the show. “God, you sound just like boring Angelo.”

“Excuse me for having flashbacks of when you shot up the staff.” Remi shudders.

“Do I want to know?” I giggle, taking a sip of sparkling water. Fabien and I haven’t announced our pregnancy yet, waiting to share the news once I reach the second trimester.

“Long story, but Remi, Nola, and I saved the day, and yet I got grounded for it. How do you like that logic?” Alessandra says, disgruntled. “Why does it smell like chest rub?” She sniffs.

“Eucalyptus oil. Hand-washed in the sink with a few drops of this oil, and your thrifted item is good as new,” I explain to her.

“Nope,” Alessandra decides. “Thrifting is too much for my brain to handle.”

“Says the girl who could give a dissertation on disturbed men who murder,” I interject, making the last stitch and tying off the thread.

“You’re the one marrying Fabien,” Alessandra retorts. “Twice.”

That gets a belly laugh out of me. “Guilty.”

Later that evening, when everyone’s asleep, I go to turn off the lamp when my phone buzzes.

If my girl would so kindly join me on the balcony for some Shakespearean shit.

Giggling and kicking my feet, but I keep my tone firm. Strict program, remember?

You’re not supposed to see me before the wedding.

It’s before midnight, so that rule doesn’t count. Besides, you’re not sleeping in your wedding dress. What are you sleeping in? Nothing? Don’t say nothing and make my cock hard. Never mind, come out and let me see what you’re wearing.

So much for the strict program; I’m already out the door.

Fabien eyes me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts puckered beneath his white T-shirt. “Even sexier than lace, and I didn’t think that was possible.” He runs a hand along his mouth.

“Stop trying to seduce me.” My finger pokes his rock-hard chest. “I need my beauty rest.”

“You couldn’t get any more beautiful than you are right now,” he says, grabbing my hand and kissing it. “Love the nails.”

It’s silly, but I still flush at his compliments. “How did you even get up here?”

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” Fabien falls to his knees, placing his hands on my hips as he speaks to my belly. “Hi, baby girl.”

“We don’t know that,” I chastise him, even though I have a sneaking suspicion our baby is a girl. And I’ve already named her in my mind.

Hope Calvani.

Fabien presses a kiss to my small bump before rising and hustling over to the table. He grabs a gift box wrapped in gold paper, placing it in my hands. With a kiss for me that leaves my lips tingling, he hops over the balcony railing.

“No!” I gasp, but he pops back up.

“Aww, my wife’s worried about me.”

“Someone needs to be!” I hurry to the railing and look over to find Fabien standing inside the bucket of a utility truck. “I’m not even going to ask.”

“Better that way,” he agrees with a wink before the bucket’s lowered.

I practically float back inside the suite as I open the small card tucked under the bow of the gift.

Sienna,