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“Right now, I’ll take my own couch,” I mumble against his lips. “And getting out of my work clothes.”
“I can manage that.” He smiles and takes my hand. As we walk, he pulls a key fob from his jacket pocket. He clicks it and the lights on a nearby vehicle flash.
“Where’s your car?”
He stops in front of the brand-new shiny Range Rover in a deep, metallic blue, and tips his head toward it. “You’re looking at it.”
“I thought you were obsessed with your McLaren.” I stare at him. I swear he’s had that car valeted three times since we started dating. It’s always been immaculate inside and out.
“There’s only one obsession I have, and that’s you.” He opens the passenger door so I can slide into the seat. “And we needed a car that will fit the child seats in easily. And a stroller. Yours is being delivered to your apartment.”
He shuts the door before I have a chance to speak. My gaze lands on him the second he opens the driver’s side door.
“What do you mean?”
“I got you a white one.” He starts the engine, and it purrs to life.
“A white what?”
“Car. Same as this.” He places his palm on the back of my headrest as he turns to look out the rear window to reverse. The muscles in his thick neck contract and I stare at his profile and the way his dark hair curls a little above his collar as he swings the car out of the parking space with ease.
“It has a reversing camera,” I murmur as I allow my gaze to wander down over his broad chest that his shirt is stretched over.
“I prefer doing it the old-fashioned way.” He puts it into drive and pulls away smoothly. “If you don’t want white, we’ll change it.” He keeps his eyes ahead and places one hand on my leg.
“You didn’t have to buy me a car.”
“I don’t do things because I have to. I do them because I want to.” He squeezes my thigh.
“Okay, well… thank you.”
Drew glances at me and then smirks as he sees my frown. “No one ever bought you anything before, Boss?”
“Nothing like a car. I’ve always bought my own things. The same as with my apartment. I bought it outright when I got senior prosecutor.”
“Mmm, about that.” His fingers flex against my skin before he slides his hand a little higher up my leg. “We should decide if one of us is moving into the other’s place or whether we’re buying a new place together.”
His face is calm, dark brows relaxed over cool blue eyes, watching the road as he drives. He’s thought all this through. I’ve been so pre-occupied with work that I’m just living week by week. But he’s right. We’re doing this together. And we promised to communicate with one another above all else. Of course we’re going to live together once the babies are born. I just hadn’t expected him to bring it up yet.
“Someplace new.” I decide on the spot as I rest my temple against the headrest so I can watch the way his fuller bottom lip curls into a smile as I speak. “I like the idea of choosing somewhere together.”
“Okay.” He nods, his thumb skating over my thigh. “I’ll set up some viewings for after we get back.”
“Get back from where?”
We pull up to a red light and Drew turns, his eyes caressing my face as he gives me a soft smile.
“You heard the doctor. A weekend away to relax will do you good. Plus, we’ll have time together before I head back to New York next week.” His smile falters, turning into a firm line as concern knots his brow.
“You don’t need to worry about me when you’re gone. Your dad was talking crap.”
His jaw tics as the lights change and we pull away. “He’s right, though. I should be here. What if you have another incident?”
“Don’t.” I reach up and brush my fingertips along his jaw. He turns his head, capturing my palm with his lips and pressing a kiss to it. “You’ve got work and so have I. They need you over there, the way my clients need me. It’ll be easier after the project and trial are finished.”
“I know.” He takes my hand and holds it, resting both against his thigh, a serious expression taking over his face that I desperately want to ease.
“So, this weekend break? It’s not some kind of outdoor activity weekend with workouts, is it? Because I think I’d have to pass.” I gesture to my stomach.
