The Negotiator (Professionals 7)

“What?” he asked, moving over toward me, wrapping his arms around me, placing a hand on my giant belly.

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Us,” I told him.

“One of my favorite topics,” he declared, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Mine too,” I agreed. “You know what?” I asked, leaning my head into him.

“What?”

“I’m a pretty damn good negotiator after all,” I told him, leaning my head up to look at the way his brows drew together.

“Yeah?” he asked, knowing I was getting at something.

“The deal was always just the eight million, right?”

“Right,” he agreed.

“Well, I got everything,” I told him, beaming.

And I did.

I got absolutely everything I never realized I wanted so badly.

The house.

The kids.

The pig.

And Christopher.