Savor (Bad Boy Rockers 4)

Hearing a ‘psst’ sound, I turn and see Krissy trying to get my attention. I move toward her and see her with the card machine in hand.

Keeping one eye on Dahlia, I pay for all our baby things and, picking my woman up in my arms, I walk to the truck so that they can start loading everything up.

Dahlia

Relaxing in my comfortable chair, the best I can with the pains in my stomach and back gradually worsening, I watch Ryder and Jace putting the crib together.

At the time, I had no idea it would be so entertaining. Both of them haven’t a clue, and every time I make a suggestion, I’m told to sit back and relax. So that’s what I’m doing.

I’ve had to bite my lip on more than one occasion to hold my laughter inside. Any more of this though, I’m not going to be able to keep it in anymore.

When we’d gotten home from the baby store two weeks ago, Ryder and Donovan had carried everything upstairs and left it in the nursery.

I’ve mentioned it would be good to get everything put together, but until my meltdown last night, nothing had been done.

I finally told Ryder that if he weren’t going to do it then I’d ask Max when he visited, and proceeded to give him the cold shoulder.

I think it was our first argument since getting back together. But I mean, I’m a week away from my due date and I could go anytime.

Needless to say, he’d apologized profusely and proceeded to strip me naked and used his mouth to wrench the forgiveness out of me.

I’m excited to see our daughter, but as much as I’ve loved being pregnant, I’ll be glad to have a flatter stomach again. I miss being able to wrap my arms around my husband and feel every inch of him against me.

“No need to ask what you’re thinking about.” Ryder smirks.

I roll my eyes, and ignore his comment. “You know, I don’t need a TV with you two. This is much more entertaining.”

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“I hope you’re not eyeing my brother up.”

“Of course she is. I’m much better looking.” Jace laughs.

“You can go and get your own fuckin’ girl,” Ryder grumbles.

Jace frowns and turns back to what he’s doing.

Something is going on with him. Before I disappeared, he’d talk a bit to me, and although we still talk, I think he feels weird about it.

Hearing the rumble of a truck outside, Ryder quickly kisses me on the lips before running downstairs to meet the delivery he’s expecting for the bar, as Suzie has the day off. But she is on standby in case I go into labor.

Left alone with Jace, I ask a question, which I’ve been busting a gut to ask, “Does Savannah still take her class to the field?” He’s been very quiet about the softball and the teacher who caught his eye.

He glances over to me before going back to screwing the crib together.

“Yeah, she does.”

Okay! We don’t want to talk about her.

“And,” I push, not wanting to give up too easily.

“And, nothing. She’s with someone else. I don’t poach.”

“Does she seem happy?”

“I don’t know.”

“Have you kissed her?” I might as well throw all my thoughts in.