My poor dick was suffering in my pants. Even so, I was enthralled by the joy Anne was getting at a simple dinner.
As we finished, I wished I’d arranged for more courses as I wasn’t ready for the night to end.
She stood and patted her belly. “I think I might already look pregnant.”
My gaze went to her stomach, and a wild wave of emotion swept through my chest stealing my breath.
“Well, Bran, the dinner was grand. I think I’ll head up now.”
I hoped she didn’t see my disappointment. “Let me walk you to the stairs.”
Her eyes narrowed and I worried she would say something like, “we’re still not friends.” Luckily she said, “How do you fill your evenings? Plotting world domination?”
I laughed. “Not the world. I do some work in the evening though.”
“Will you do that when you’re a father?”
Was she casting judgment?
“No.” The truth was, I worked all the time because there wasn’t anything else to do.
“Good night, Bran.”
“Good night, Anne.” I watched her go up the stairs, my dick still taking notice. There was no doubt that Anne would show up in my dreams tonight.
I couldn’t say that I was going to complain about that.