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I tear up. “Me either. You’re stuck with me.”
“There’s no one I’d rather be stuck with.” He holds me so my back is to his chest, and his hands cover my stomach. “Is it bad I can’t wait until your belly is swollen with my child?”
“You sound a little possessive, Mr. Greene.”
“When it comes to you, I am.”
I tilt my head back, and he kisses me. “That’s okay. I like it.”
After we get off, we go to a hotel, where he carries me over the threshold and makes love to me all night.
Every day I’m surprised by how much better our life is when we’re sharing it together.
Three weeks later, we fly into Anchorage and Brinley picks us up.
“Hey, lovebirds,” she says.
Rylan climbs in the back and I sit in the front. We have to go get my stuff from the apartment I shared with Brinley because she has a new roommate moving in.
“We’ll swing by the apartment to grab your stuff before I drop you off. It’s only, like, three boxes.”
“You could’ve dropped them at my mom’s.”
She waves me off. “It’s fine. She’s not going to be here for a little while anyway.”
“How did you meet her?” I ask.
“Through the paper.” I open my mouth to say something, but Brinley adds, “Now, before you argue, I did hire someone to look into her. No criminal record. Good credit report. Like, no debt. Not sure why she needs a roommate to be honest.”
“That’s all good. I still don’t like the idea of you living with a stranger.” I glance at Rylan, who’s on his phone.
He said he won’t entertain any family members living with us—ever. I brought it up a few times in Baja and he said he’d buy them a place before anyone lives with us. Which I get. We just got married, and he wants us to walk around naked. That’s easy to say when you’re an Adonis like him.
“I’m fine. I come from tough stock.”
We laugh. It’s true, Aunt Savannah is a hard-ass and Uncle Liam definitely holds his own in a fight.
“What’s her name?” I ask. “Um… Carrie.”
Before I realize it, we’re in Lake Starlight, and Brinley parks along the curb.
“Did we miss anything?” I look around, but everything looks the same.
“Nope. It’s been quiet.” She gets out of the car, and we go up the stairs to my old apartment.
Rylan scopes it out since he never spent any time here, then picks up the boxes—eager to get to the house we rented, I’m sure. The sound of a motorcycle makes the windows shake, and it must stop right in front of the building because it’s so loud. The sounds of footsteps on the stairs come next.
“Did someone new move in next door?” I ask.
Brinley shakes her head, seeming just as confused.
Meanwhile, Rylan walks to the window. “Smokin’ Harley down there.”
A knock sounds on the door and I go over to answer it.
A handsome tall man with a T-shirt and jeans and tattoos all down his arms stands there, looking around. “Hey, I’m Carey.” He holds out his hand to me. “Are you Brinley?”
I shake my head and point at my blonde cousin.
