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“Where the hell is that pizza?” she grumbled. “You’re right. This was totally a pizza-worthy conversation. And beer. But it’s morning and you’re pregnant.”
“Oh, beer.” I sighed.
“Sorry. I reminded you.”
“Reminded me what?”
“That you can’t have anything alcoholic.”
“If this were a pizza night and there was beer, you shouldn’t feel bad about drinking in front of me. Enjoy yourself.”
“From the looks of you, you’re enjoying yourself, too,” she teased. “You’ve got whisker burn on your neck.”
“That’s not the only place,” I muttered before I could stop myself. When I realized what I’d said, my hands clapped over my mouth.
Jazz let out a peal of laughter. “Ah, so I see the real reason you’re moving in with him. Let’s be honest.”
“Yeah, that’s definitely an added bonus.” Waking up next to Slash every morning, looking the way he looked, was no hardship.
“What is it? You got all pensive,” she said.
“He bought me a car.”
“Yeah.”
“Now we’re moving in together.”
“Uh huh.”
“We’re having a baby.” I looked at her. “Is it possible?”
“What?”
“To get everything I ever wanted just like that? I mean, it’s in a weird, unexpected sort of way, but is it really possible?”
“It’s possible,” she said earnestly. “It’ssopossible.”
I smiled at her. “You’re not judging me?”
“For what?”
“For moving so fast with a guy I hardly know?”
“I don’t know. Sounds to me like you know the most important things about him. He wants to protect you and keep you safe. He’s not going anywhere and proves it by asking you to move in with him. All that other stuff—like his favorite food, where he grew up, all that stuff can come later.”
“He grew up in a tiny town in Oklahoma.”
“See? You know things. You’re good.”
A knock resounded on the back door and Jazz jumped in excitement. “Pizza!”
She went to answer the door. I closed the sketchbook and set it aside. We’d work on the cake topper after pizza, and then I’d call Slash.
Jazz returned to the kitchen, her face pinched. Behind her was Kurt Antol and he was carrying a pizza box. His gaze raked over me as he set it down onto the counter.
“I saw the delivery guy and offered to bring it to you,” he explained, as if that was completely normal, as if we were friends.
Jazz looked at me, but my eyes remained on Kurt. After his offer to buy the building, and the fact that I’d shut him down, I thought for sure that would be the end of it.
