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I snort, knowing Zoey can be the same way. The past three years together have been amazing, and I wouldn’t change them for anything, but we’ve done our fair share of bickering. You learn a lot about a person you married on a whim when they move in with you. All the quirks and bad habits come to light.

“What kind of deals?” I grin, loving her crazy pregnancy antics.

She readjusts the pillow that she uses to support her back. “I told him if he decided to come out within the next twenty-four hours, I’d buy him a brand-new Mustang convertible when he turns sixteen. What kid turns that down?” she shouts.

I lean forward, rub her belly, and speak to him. “Zach? You hear that? You’ll be a chick magnet with a convertible. You’ll pull all the hoes. I’d take that deal!”

I place my ear to her stomach, waiting for a response. I don’t hear a thing, not even a tummy growl. Sitting up, I look at her. “I don’t think he’s going for it, baby. Might want to sweeten the pot.”

She groans again, leaning her head against the couch and readjusts the cold cloth on her head. “I think I want to take a bath in ice cubes,” she says, grunting. “I’m literally sweating in places I didn’t know could sweat, and this is all your fault.”

My eyes go wide. “It takes two to tango, honey. And you don’t seem to take no for an answer! Even when I’m sleeping!”

She laughs, a smile finally splitting her cheeks. “You’re right. But you didn’t warn me that all the Bishop babies have been giants. No, you conveniently left that part out, and Rowan had to share that lovely news with me, and then your mother confirmed. If I would’ve known that—”

I press my lips against hers, stopping her rant. “You still would’ve wanted all my babies.”

“Ugh.” She rolls her eyes. “You’re right, but dammit, I hate you right now.”

I pull her legs into my lap, and she repositions herself so I can gently massage her swollen feet. “It could be worse, though,” I tell her.

She leans up and scowls at me. “How so?”

“You could be having twins. Or hell, triplets. Runs in the family,” I remind her, smirking.

“Multiple ten-pound babies?” Her eyes widen as she falls back. “That sounds like divorce to me.”

I grin at her dramatics. “There’s always next time. Twin siblings would be cool, wouldn’t it, Zach?”

She grabs her stomach. “Oh my God! He kicked like he was answering you.”

Roaring laughter escapes me. “That’s my kid.”

“What am I gonna do with you two?” She beams, and I notice the sparkle in her eyes. It’s been there since the moment she found out she was pregnant.

“Love us unconditionally?”

She repositions herself and moves closer so she can kiss me, slow and passionately. “I already do, cowboy. And always will, for the rest of my life. Even when you knock me up with giant babies.”

“I love you so much,” I tell her, knowing my words will never be able to fully explain how much she means to me. Our relationship may have started with a dare, but it didn’t end in divorce. Zoey’s my everything, and though we had a rocky start, it was all worth it, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

Continue reading for Diesel & Rowan’s story

in Catching the Cowboy

Settling down and starting a family is something Diesel has considered, regardless of his one-night stand reputation. However, he just might be single forever since who he wants is off-limits—his best friend’s little sister.

He’s been in love with her for years, but betraying his friendship could ruin everything.

Rowan Bishop is over men, especially after finding out her boyfriend cheated and left her heartbroken. After graduating from college, she’s back home and has to face the one guy who purposely gets under her skin—her older brother’s best friend.

She hates that she’s attracted to him, but she’s willing to fight for who she wants.

Spending time together is a bad idea, but neither can deny the chemistry sizzling between them. Late night talks turn into spontaneous adventures and just when Rowan’s willing to admit how she truly feels, Diesel’s past catches up with him and ruins their picture perfect romance.

One secret turns into another and before either can grasp their new reality, more truths unravel—threatening to expose their forbidden relationship.

I love it when you just don't care

I love it when you dance like there's nobody there

So when it gets hard, don't be afraid

We don't care what them people say

“Life of the Party”

-Shawn Mendes

PROLOGUE

DIESEL

TEN YEARS AGO

I stare at her.

I stare at her a lot, actually. An embarrassing amount of time.

But Rowan doesn’t notice. She hardly acknowledges me, except for when she brushes me off and rolls her eyes at my lame attempts to flirt. I shouldn’t be flirting with her, considering she’s my best friend’s little sister. Riley’s three years older than her, which makes him even more protective. She’s only a year younger than me, though.

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