Lucky Baby (Crescent Cove 11)

Instead, she worked her fingers through the snarls in my hair from the wind. “Were you serious about the confessional?”

“No, but I could be.” My dick was intrigued already.

The devil danced in her eyes as she undid my jacket and slid her hand beneath the patterned vest I wore underneath. “Any closet or alcove will do. Preferably one indoors, so nothing important freezes.”

“That’s a sound plan.” I traced my finger over the worry lines between her brows. “How are you feeling?”

“Horny.”

I slid a surreptitious look around to make sure no one was paying attention to our conversation. “You know what I mean. Can you eat? Do you want a snack? Or if everything is still sloshing around, I could get you some ginger ale from the general store in the main building. Or how about—”

“How about you rail me into next Tuesday, and we’ll think about dinner after that?”

My lips curved. “I think that could be arranged.”

But alas, it was not to be. At least not right now.

Rhett appeared behind Tish and slung an arm around her waist. “So, sis, let’s chat.”

She rolled her eyes. “Can’t you let a girl get laid in peace? Especially a girl who has spent months getting my place ready for you heathens, and now you’re here early to wreck everything?”

“I have wrecked nothing.” He rubbed his scruff. “Yet.”

Tish frowned and I clamped a hand on her hip, keeping a hold on her in case she decided to bolt. I didn’t know what Rhett intended to tell her, but I could tell from the tightness of his jaw that Ruby wouldn’t like it. And if she wouldn’t, neither would I.

“What are you talking about? Why are you here?”

Rhett slipped his hand in his pocket and glanced over his shoulder where our friends were still milling around, talking and laughing. “I hate doing this here, but somehow I got nominated. Ez is a damn pussy.”

I cocked a brow. “Watch it, dude. From where I’m standing, dicks aren’t too awesome right now.”

Tish shot me a grateful look as I moved my hand from her hip to her shoulder. It felt good to be standing at her side when it seemed like she appreciated the support.

Rhett shot me a rueful glance before aiming it at his sister. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry. This is a damn wedding, so I should’ve known better than to intrude. I just didn’t think it would be this cozy. And here I am, swinging in here like Captain Pecker, the wedding party wrecker.”

I didn’t get that reference, but it wasn’t pertinent right now.

“Tingle, stop dilly-dallying and get to the point.”

“Seriously? Why do you have to call me that in front of non-family members?”

“Oh, you’d be surprised how much family he is. Now get to the freaking point before I tell every one of your secrets with glee.”

I considered it a victory that I managed not to bruise her shoulder with the pressure from my fingers. She’d called me family. It had to be the baby. Maybe it had to do with hormones, or that she wanted more sex and what the hell, she was already knocked up. We obviously had heat and affection between us, and we worked well together as the house project proved.

And I was in love with her. No doubt there.

The doubts portion of our program belonged solely to Ruby. But if she was calling me family, that meant something. Talk about a weighty word.

I was part of Caleb’s family because he’d been gracious enough to invite me into it. But I’d never had my own space just for me. I’d never imagined I could have a family period, never mind be the head of one. Well, joint head.

I was now a parent. Possibly. Probably.

Whoa.

Someday I’d get used to the concept. I hoped seeing those two lines on the pee stick would nudge me along. Or did they use actual words more often now? I’d prefer that. I wasn’t steady enough to trust myself to not see lines that weren’t there.