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“Good. Because I am that way. But I don’t ever want you to feel like I’m making decisions for you.”
“I wouldn’t let you,” she scoffs. “Just like in every relationship, there will come a time when we won’t agree and we’ll have to battle it out to see who wins.”
“And then we can make up.” I wiggle my eyebrows.
Her stomach interrupts, making an obscenely loud growling sound, and we laugh. “I guess I could use a snack.”
“Instead of being the snack.” I wink.
She rolls her eyes. “Ha ha.”
“Save your pity laugh,” I tease, rolling over to my feet. She grabs my outstretched hand and I pull her up next to me.
“Uh oh,” she says, grimacing at the daybed cushion where there’s a big wet spot. “We should’ve used a condom.”
“I’ve never gone without one before, and for as long as I’ve been playing hockey, I’ve been tested regularly. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“What about pregnancy?” she asks.
I smile at the thought of her stomach rounding from my baby growing inside her. I shrug. “I wouldn’t mind. I have plenty of money and can provide whatever we’d need.”
She looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Well, I would mind, which is why I’m on birth control.”
“Wait a minute. You don’t want kids?”
“I didn’t say that. I just don’t want one right now. I’m only twenty-two. There’s plenty of time left on my biological clock.”
I pull her naked body into mine and hold her close. “I’m thirty-two, does that change anything?”
She shakes her head. “Nope. Not. A. Thing.” She pokes my chest, punctuating each word.
I grin down at her. “Let’s go fill your belly with food, and I promise someday I’ll fill it with a baby.”
“My boyfriend is crazy,” she mumbles as we start to walk across the porch.
With a hand on her arm, I stop her from moving. But my heart is racing behind my rib cage. “Say it again.”
She spins toward me, raising one of her finely arched brows. “That you’re crazy?”
“No, the other part.”
She pauses for a moment before answering, “My boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
She drags her plush bottom lip between her straight teeth. “So you like being referred to as my boyfriend?”
“I fucking love it.”
She hooks her index finger around mine, leading me toward the kitchen. “Come on, boyfriend. It’s time for you to find me something to eat.”
I grin. I’m about to remark that I have something she can eat, when she says, “And I don’t mean your dick.”
That’s my girl.
* * *
Rori pushes her empty plate across the island and sighs, rubbing her stomach. “That was so good, but I ate way too much. I’m going to need to run all of this off tomorrow, for sure.”
