She slaps my shoulder. “Ever since you admitted you’re a millionaire, you’ve become a menace.”
I waggle my eyebrows. “The good kind of menace?”
“Sure. Whatever.”
“Burning the bed in the spare bedroom was the best decision I ever made in my life.”
She glares at me. “You said it was an accident.”
“My statement stands. I love you, pixie girl.”
“And, despite my better judgment, I love you, dork.”
I touch my lips to hers. I want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom but she shoves me away.
“Now, get out of here. I need to unpack these boxes and put things in their proper place. You probably didn’t use a system when you designed the nursery.”
I chuckle as I sit in the rocking chair to observe her. I can’t get enough of watching Soleil while she’s pregnant. If she’ll let me, I’ll give her a whole soccer team of children.
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