by Quinn, Taryn
For a second, I didn’t reply. I probably didn’t even breathe. That could’ve been why my head was throbbing as if I was at imminent risk of a cardiac event.
And this time, it wasn’t even the head below my waist.
“Baby, I’m really fucking rich.”
She pursed her lips. “Seriously? After that speech, that’s what you lead off with?” She whacked me hard in the arm.
I grinned. “I didn’t say that to brag, huntress. I was just saying you don’t have to work if you don’t want to. You can stay home with the baby for as long as you’d like, or not at all. You can do whatever you want with your life. I’m just asking to share it. That’s all.”
Her dark eyes filled and she waved her hand in front of her face as if she was suddenly hot. “Hormones. Don’t mind me. I’m not actually crying.”
A tear plopped on my shirt. Then another. “And that’s not actually liquid?”
“Don’t make me hit you again when I’m trying to bask in your sweetness.”
I took hold of one of her hands and brought it to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. “I bought us a house.”
“What?”
“I bought us—”
“No, no, I heard the words, but they just didn’t compute. How could you have bought us a house when you were leaving town to go back to racing until I just stopped you with my impassioned plea?”
I laughed so hard I nearly dropped her. “Huntress, I was never going back to racing. That was a story you came up with all your own.”
“But the email—and you saying you had big news. I didn’t make those things up. Oh. Oh. You meant the house.” She pulled her hand free from my grip and pressed it to her mouth. “What if I don’t like it?”
“There’s room for a tent. There’s about six acres give or take.”
“Now I’m really going to hit you.”
I grinned and turned to set her on the narrow countertop beside the stove. I would’ve preferred to put her on the kitchen table so I could live out one of my favorite sex fantasies, but getting it on over the remains of an overcooked roast didn’t quite measure up.
The counter could’ve worked as a fine substitute if it had been bigger than the span of my hand. But that was why I’d bought a house. We’d have many surfaces in our own place to desecrate.
And the kitchen counter was extremely spacious. Yes, I’d checked, and not so I could prepare our Thanksgiving turkey with room to spare.
“Oliver took me through it and it’s big enough for us and the baby. I could build on a pole barn if I wanted to, which is kinda important considering what I have in mind job-wise. Plus, there’s tons of yard for the kid or even kids if we decide to go there. It’s not a starter place we’d have to upgrade in a couple years. It’s move-in ready. And ready for someone to grow roots there. For us to grow roots there. If you love it like I do.”
She bit her lower lip, dragging it between her teeth in that way that made me crazy. Especially since I’d already been fantasizing about her naked beside the Thanksgiving turkey.
Sort of.
“Why do you need a pole barn? What is a pole barn? Are there different kinds of barns?”
“Yeah, but we’ll discuss that another time. Basically, so I can house cars there as necessary. In case I want or need to take my work home. I’m going into business with my brother. We’re taking over the shop and we’re going to not only keep the cars of Crescent Cove running smoothly, we’re going to make kickass, specialized vintage cars. With all the racing people I know, there’s so much we can do to help them spend their cash on a one-of-a-kind Kramer custom car.”
“You’re going into business with Dare. Here in Crescent Cove. And you want to build a pole barn, at the house you’re going to live at full time. With me and the baby.”
“Yes. Assuming you don’t move into that tent in the backyard.”
“I’d still stop inside for conjugal visits.”
“Well, of course.”
“Especially during the second trimester. I’m not far into it yet, but holy crap. Just looking at you makes me want to pull off my pants right here.”
I swallowed and focused in on her stretchy yoga pants with the little Mickey Mouse heads all over them. A little weird, but she was hot anyway. If I could get turned on by the thought of her beside a dressed bird, I could definitely handle her clad in mouse wear. “We should probably finish talking first, but I’m good with a break if you need one. Just for your benefit of course.”
“Your altruism is truly commendable.” Her throat rippled as she swallowed deeply. “How far away is this house? Since I just kinda found a sleep therapy group where a bunch of us freaks get together and talk out our issues. I’ve only gone once, just today, but I’m hopeful that maybe it’ll help.”
“You’re not a freak.” When she ducked her head, I tipped up her chin. “If you keep calling the woman I love names, I may have to shrink the size of your tent.”
Her laughter was like music. Even better than the classic rock they played after I’d won a race and was standing in the winner’s circle. “It’s going to take some time for me to get there. But I’m trying. I’m really trying.”
“I know you are. I can’t ask for anything more.”
“I can. Say the words.”
“What words?” Then I smiled. “I love—”
“No, not that.” She waved it off as if us loving each other was old news already. “Tell me you’re staying with us. Me and the baby. Forever.”
Somehow my smile even grew wider. “I’m staying.” I tipped my forehead to hers. “Forever and a day.”
She leaned up to brush her mouth over mine, her lips curving. “Now you can tell me you love me again.”
“I love you, Rylee Ford.” I kissed her softly. Sweetly. Then I moved down to lift up her shirt and pressed a kiss to the barely there swell of her belly. “I love you, baby Ford-Kramer.”
Sooner rather than later, I intended to change that last name situation. But one day at a time.
I grinned against her stomach. With my huntress, one minute at a time was plenty.
She sniffled and ran her fingers through my hair, holding me in place. “I love you too. And I don’t have confirmation yet, but I’m pretty sure she loves her daddy right back.”
My chest tightened. “She?”
“C’mon, dude. You know you’re going to be outnumbered in our house. It’s practically a certainty.”
Laughing, I stood up and gripped her hand between both of mine. “I can’t wait.”
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About Taryn Quinn
USA Today bestselling author, Taryn Quinn, is the redheaded stepchild of bestselling authors Taryn Elliott & Cari Quinn. We've been writing together for a lifetime—wait, no it's really been only a handful of years, but we have a lot of fun. Sometimes we write stories that don't quite fit into our regular catalog.
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