when they were relaxed after making love. Usually naked and sated, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her waist, talking into the night until they fell asleep.
“Who are you talking about?”
“Your brother. Rhett.” She slapped his chest lightly.
“Ow.” He rubbed his chest, though it hadn’t really hurt. “I’m not so sure about that.”
“Why do you doubt him so much? You need to relax. He won’t screw this up. He’s much more mature now. And he’s too afraid to disappoint either of you.”
“This is a massive project. Something we’ve never even dabbled in and now we’re going to put the biggest screw up of the Worth family in charge of it? When he knows nothing about perfume?”
“He seemed impassioned tonight. And you shouldn’t call him the biggest screw up. It’s so mean spirited.” She paused. “You’re not perfect either, you know. You’re lucky the thing with Marcus didn’t erupt into a full blown scandal.”
Leave it to Gracie to remind him of his faults. Namely, his beef with Rhett. Oh, and his legal battle with Marcus, their now former employee. Luckily enough, it had been dropped, after many discussions among their lawyers and a severance package accompanied by a confidentiality agreement that satisfied Marcus enough to accept it. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
She lifted up on one elbow, gazing at him in wonderment. “Did you just say I’m right? And that you’re sorry? Are you okay? Sick? Or did I marry a completely different man?”
He laughed and hauled her back into his arms. “All your harping has made me realize that I am too hard on Rhett.”
“Harping?” She sounded offended.
“You know what I mean.”
It was so easy, so right between them. How the hell did he get so lucky? Not only did he find the most perfect woman in the world for him, but now he was married to her and she was going to have their baby.
“I do.” She tilted back her head and he dipped in for a lingering kiss. “Make love to me again, Hunter.”
He caressed her side, his hand sliding over her belly. “Are you sure? Aren’t you exhausted?”
“I’m exhausted, but I want you. Again.” She nipped at his lower lip when he chuckled. “And it’s not a laughing matter. When the pregnant woman says she wants something, she wants it now.”
“Then your every wish is my command,” he whispered as he rolled her onto her back.
“I wish you to kiss every inch of my body,” she said with a light laugh.
“As you wish.”
And he proceeded to make every one of her wishes come true.
About the Author
Karen Erickson has always loved the written word. From being one of the best readers in her kindergarten class to penning romantic stories that never ended about her favorite band members (Duran Duran) in high school, she always wanted to write. It just took her a while to seriously pursue it.
With the birth of her third child came a realization – it’s one thing to talk about writing a book, another thing entirely to actually do it. She’s been published since 2006.
Karen’s a native Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite with her husband, three children, one dog, and too many cats.
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