I nod to Jackie who has just noticed us. My husband follows my gaze. “She’s not worth your time, baby.”
“I know but still. I hate her.” My blood boils at the sight of her. She tried to break us up so many times. I’m about to tell her what I think of her when the office door opens and Hunter breezes in.
He doesn’t see us and slides into the chair next to Jackie. “Sorry I’m late. Did I miss anything?” She shakes her head, and I snort. Hunter’s eyes snap up to me, and he turns pale when he sees my stomach. “Guess the rumors are true. You guys really got married.” He stands up and holds his hand out to Killian. “No hard feelings, man. Congratulations.”
Killian’s throat bobs as he swallows hard. His jaw ticks, and I’m scared he’s going to make a scene, but my man smiles and says, “Thanks.” Then he actually shakes Hunter’s hand. “Good luck. I think you’re going to need it.” Shaking his head with a laugh he leads me toward the door. “Come on, Mrs. Hendrix. Let’s get out of here.”
Killian opens the passenger door of his Mustang, and I ease into my seat. He goes around to the driver side and gets in. Leaning across me to get my seatbelt loose, I still get butterflies when he stares into my eyes. “It sticks sometimes,” he teases me. White Zombie filters through the speakers and I laugh. Killian turns it down. “What?”
“Don’t you think it’s time for some new music?”
“Like what?”
“Do you trust me?” I bat my lashes at him, and he sticks grape bubble gum in his mouth.
Those dark eyes narrow on me. “Of course.”
I make a serious face. “Well…you shouldn’t.” Killian rolls his eyes at me. “Wanna make a bet?”
“What kind of bet are we talking here?”
“Butler Road. You and me. My car against yours.”
My husband can’t hold back his laughter. “Baby, you can’t be serious?”
“If I win you let me peek at the envelope. And if you win I don’t, but I gotta warn you…I never lose.” I wink, and Killian leans back across the console.
He takes my face between his hands. “Do you really want to know?”
“Yes!” I hiss.
“I could see what she wrote.” His lips move against mine, and he kisses along my jaw, and to the shell of my ear. “Guess what?” His breath is hot on my skin. “It’s a baby.” He chuckles, and I scowl, shoving him back to his side of the car.
“That was really mean.” I pout, folding my arms over my chest.
His hand moves to my thigh, inching up the skirt of my dress. “You can’t stay mad at me.”
“Stop.” I put my hand on his. “You can’t please and tease your way out of this one.”
“Wanna try me,” he growls and revs up his car. My insides turn to mush. He peels out of the parking lot and cranks his music back up. The wind blows through my hair, and I smile at my husband as he sings along to Welcome To Planet Motherfucker.
Sliding his hand to my belly, he grins, then moves his hand to turn the music down. “You’ll want to stock up in tiny ugly ass pink leggings.”
“For real? We’re having a girl?”
Killian pulls off on Butler Road and guns it. I clutch my seatbelt, but he slows quickly. Stopping at the clearing he leaves the radio on when we get out. Can’t Help Falling In Love by Hailey Reinhart plays, and Killian puts a hand to my hip. “Dance with me.”
I gaze into his dark eyes reflecting in my powder blue ones.
“This was playing when we said I do.” I smile.
“We never had a first dance.” Leaning in, he claims my mouth.
“Another memory for the storybook.”
“I plan on giving you a lifetime full, baby. You better stock up on notebooks and pencils.”
Swaying to the music, he spins me around, and kisses me again.