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The guy jumps and takes a giant step back from Chase. My hand covers my mouth, trying to stifle my chuckle. If I’m Hulk, then Chase is Thor, only with tawny hair and brown eyes.
“She’s all cleared too,” he says quickly before excusing himself.
Chase looks at Simone with an intense expression and moves in. Simone’s eyes widen when he pulls her gently from her sister’s grasp and cradles her in his arms. “Let’s go home, Numbers.”
Simone protests when he walks them to his bike. Of course, he ignores her as he seats himself on the hog with her straddling his waist, facing him. The roar of his motorcycle coming to life drowns out Simone’s complaints.
Chase’s face finally breaks into a smile. He leans forward surprising Simone with a domineering kiss on her lips. Whatever he says next makes her blush bright red.
I laugh to myself as I watch them speed away. “He’s going to have his hands full.”
Josephine snorts. “Poor bastard doesn’t know what he’s in for.”
“And do I know what I’m in for?” I challenge, giving her my panty-dropping smile.
My Pixie looks at me with hooded gem-blue eyes and wraps her arms around my neck. “You know exactly what you signed up for.”
Relishing her touch, my forehead rubs against hers. “You nearly gave me a heart attack,” I whisper. “Don’t do anything this reckless again.”
“Maceo,” she coos, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me in closer. “If there’s anything that you can count on, it’s me doing anything, reckless or not, for those I love. You think I wanted to break your heart and go to Lorenzo? I did what I did because there wasn’t time to waste.”
“You could have been hurt,” I say with a shudder. “He could have taken you away from me. You think I want to live in a world where you don’t exist? Where I can’t hold you against my chest and feel your lips on my soul? It’s not fair, Pixie.”
Josephine squeezes me. “I’m sorry, future hubby. Forgive me.”
I squeeze her back and don’t let up. “Always, Pixie.” An idea comes to me and makes me giddy with anticipation, my hand moving lower over her backside.
Josephine’s eyes narrow. “You’re imagining paddling my ass because I took off, aren’t you?”
“You bet your sweet peach I am.”
* * *
The early morning rays creep along the floor of our suite, inching closer to the bed. I’ve been awake for nearly an hour, staring at the woman I adore asleep beside me.
It’s our wedding day—fucking finally. I know we’ve only been together mere months, but it feels like I’ve waited a lifetime for this day to arrive. In such a short period of time, I’ve nearly lost her twice, the most recent occurrence only a week ago.
My heavy palm rests on her lower abdomen, cradling our unborn children, and I smile.
Today, I will finally make an honest woman of their mother. I’ll stand before all of our family and friends, confessing my undying love and faithfulness to the woman of my dreams. Today will be another step toward the future I want to create with Josephine.
My Pixie stirs and her eyelids flutter open, revealing the most beautiful aqua-blue eyes known to mankind. I swear if I stare into those blue depths for too long, I may never resurface.
“Good morning, Missus Tabares,” I sing.
Josephine beams a radiant smile. “I’m not Missus Tabares, yet.”
“Oh, you will be…” I look at my watch. “In nine hours.”
Josephine looks confused. “Nine hours? You mean ten.”
I shake my head. “Nope, nine. You slept in an hour.”
She’s been doing that a lot lately, sleeping longer. When I asked Stella about it, she told me exhaustion was a sign of pregnancy, even this early in the game. I neglect to mention it to my bride.
Josephine’s eyes bug out. “An hour?! Again? Why didn’t you wake me?”
My fingers tuck a lock of her sandy hair behind her ear. “Baby, you’ve been through a lot lately. With the threat gone, your body finally is letting you rest.”
