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"I agree." Karina joins us. "Medical science has advanced so much, and the baby is only a few weeks early. She is in safe hands."
I shoot her a grateful look. Normally, in situations like this, it falls to me to be the strong person in the group. It’s my default setting—to bury my doubts and be the person everyone else can lean on. And I sense a kindred spirit in Karina. Her background, too, is slightly different from the others. She comes from a Russian family, and her brothers form the Bratva. She also runs a top-notch security firm that the Seven and the Sovranos have turned to when they need additional safety measures in place. She nods in my direction, then wraps her arm about Amelie’s shoulders.
The door bursts open, and the hair on the nape of my neck stands to attention.
10
Hunter
I burst through the doorway of the waiting room, and the first person I see is her. She’s standing in the circle of women, with her gorgeous dark hair flowing down her back. She’s wearing a dress this time—a dark blue number that clings to the dip of her waist and stretches across the lushness of her behind before it outlines her strong thighs and comes to below the back of her knees. She’s also wearing stockings— netted stockings, with a seam running up the back before it disappears under her dress. The blood instantly drains to my groin. The fuck? Oh, and I almost forgot, she’s wearing four-inch heels which make her legs appear even longer, accentuate the muscular lines of her calves, and push out that spectacular butt of hers so I can’t take my gaze off of it. I am here to lend support for the delivery of my friends’ wives’ children. Instead, I seem to have sprouted a boner that most assuredly tents the crotch of my pants. I stalk inside and she turns toward me. Those amber eyes of hers gleam. For a second, something like happiness flashes across her face. Her gaze widens. Her lips part. She takes a step toward me, then stops herself.
I cross the floor until I come to a stop in front of her. Even with those fuck-me heels, she only comes up to my shoulders. She’s not short, by any means, but she’s also not a tall woman. She’s five feet, seven inches, at the most. The perfect height for me to lift her up and coax her to wrap her legs about my waist as I bury myself inside her hot softness… As if she’s reading my mind, she tilts up her chin. Those amber eyes turn molten gold. Sparks of silver flash in them. But her breathing is erratic, and her chest rises and falls. Her orange blossom and vanilla scent teases my nostrils, and my heart thuds against my rib cage. I raise a hand to touch her cheek when—
"Hunter, you’re here!" Arpad draws abreast and slaps me on my back. "Where’s Declan?"
"I messaged him. He’s on his way."
"Don’t you have a campaign to run?" Zara scoffs. The earlier delight I glimpsed on her face is replaced by that haughty aloofness I now recognize as her mask.
"I have two months to go before I file my nomination," I say mildly.
"Well, don’t you have to do whatever it is rich pricks like you do in the run up to the nomination?" She flips her hair over her shoulder.
"Does it bother you that I’m here?"
She seems taken aback, then laughs. "Of course, not."
"You sure?" I scan her features. "Because you seem to be rattled to see me."
"That’s your ego speaking. Not everything in this world revolves around you."
"Except that—"
Arpad clears his throat. "Umm, guys, maybe you want to take this outside?"
"No need," I say at the same time as Zara. I narrow my gaze on her, and she scowls back at me.
"We’re done here." She turns to leave, when I shoot out my arm and circle my fingers about her wrist. Pinpricks of heat shoot out from the point of contact. She must have the same reaction for she stiffens.
"Actually, I think we do need to speak."
She scowls at me over her shoulder, and I drop her hand at once.
"We have nothing to say to each other," she snaps.
"On the contrary. I think we need to discuss our last meeting."
"Our last meeting?" She scowls.
"Unless you prefer to talk about it here?" I glance about the assembled group of people, all of whom are now watching our interaction.
She follows my line of sight, and her lips tighten. She scowls at her friends, but it doesn’t seem to have any impact. Amelie smiles sweetly at her. Lena leans an arm on Amelie’s shoulder and grins. Karina has a wicked smile on her face.
"I don’t think it’s right to leave. What if the babies come while we’re away?"
"I’ll text you if I hear anything," Amelie says brightly.
"Hmm." She blows out a breath and turns to me. "Fine, let’s go, but I’ll choose the space."
