Delta's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 1)

He nodded. “Better than that.”

I swallowed. I wasn’t supposed to fall for Jer. He wasn’t that kind of husband. But I didn’t have anything to hold me back. And that terrified me.

Twenty-One

Jeremy

I usually started the day at the gym in my building. I tried to get at least a two-hour workout in before heading to the office. I had an image to maintain. It was hard work. Part of negotiating with sports teams and sponsors was projecting the ideal male specimen. I was the walking figure head for the male athlete. I was proud I always looked the part. I dared anyone to challenge me to a fitness test.

I woke up next to Evie, and I wasn’t ready to roll out of bed yet. It was dark in the room, and her body was warm and soft. She sighed and nuzzled into my chest. Shit. I couldn’t imagine ever leaving this room again. I wanted to sleep in with her. Hold her. Talk to her. What the hell was happening to me? I didn’t know how much longer I could ignore it.

There was a natural instinct to protect her. To keep her safe. I wanted to make her happy. Right now, that meant letting her get some sleep. I had worn her out last night. We fucked until our bodies were useless. I think around the fifth time, I realized we needed to at least get a nap in. I laughed to myself. Had anything felt this amazing before? I could skip the gym today and just lie in bed a while longer.

And then the fucking phone rang. I jumped to answer before it woke Evie.

I pulled it to my ear as I raced down the hall toward the kitchen. I wanted to be out of earshot. My voice had a way of carrying.

“Hi. What’s going on?”

“Did you get married?” Sasha was angry. I could hear it in one simple question.

“What? How did you hear about that?” I wasn’t completely awake. I walked toward the coffee to make a pot.

“You’re not denying it? So, it’s true?”

“Hold on. How did you hear about it?”

“What difference does it make? You married someone and didn’t think it was important information to share?”

Fuck. “Why does it matter if I’m married? Business doesn’t change. Nothing changes, Sasha.”

“Did you sign a pre-nup? Did you call our attorney? What did he say?”

“What?”

“Who is this woman? How do you know she’s not after your companies? Your inheritance. This is dangerous. Have you put us at risk?”

“Damn it, Sasha. Nothing is at risk. There’s no pre-nup, because there will never be a divorce.”

She huffed into the phone. “You don’t know that. You’re usually much smarter than this, Jeremy. Much.”

“Just tell me how you heard. I haven’t released the official wedding announcement. How did it get out?”

“I had a phone call last night, but didn’t check my voicemail until this morning.” Sasha had the same early morning schedule I did.

“What kind of phone call?” I punched the buttons on the coffee system.

“Someone named Byron Lancaster wants me to call him back about the details of your marriage. He used the word marriage.”

Shit. “What else did he say?”

“Only that he was your father’s attorney. And that’s probably the only reason I believed it wasn’t a hoax.”

“Sasha, did you call him back?” I felt a rush of panic. “Have you talked to him yet?”

“No. I was too pissed. I called you first, asshole.”

“Thank God.”