Page 56 of Break: Vol. 2

"You weren't supposed to find out yet."

I shake my head. "I figured that part out—you're a poor judge of hiding places."

She groaned. "No one comes in here," she reminded me.

"Because you keep it so messy," I said. I pulled her closer and leaned down, inhaling her delicate, feminine scent. "This explains why you've been so sensitive lately."

A blush stole over her cheeks and she dipped her head against my shoulder as her skin heated up. "Keep my secret for a little longer?" she asked.

I squeezed her—careful to keep my touch light and nonrestrictive. "Yes," I said. "I'll keep all of your secrets, Jamie. Forever. They're our secrets now."

She laughed. "This won't be a secret for much longer," she assured me. "I want everyone to know, but I wanted it to be special."

"It will be," I assured her, and then I thought about it. With a chuckle, I shook my head again. "Dex is going to shit a brick."

She laughed, and the sound was all at once musical and enticing. This woman was my everything and even as I heard footsteps in the hallway outside of the office doors, I recognized that she was everything to more than just me. There was a knock and the door opened; Taylor's head popped in, his hair shorter than it once had been.

"Hey guys, we're ready to head to the restaurant if you are," he said.

Jamie took my hand and gave me a conspiratorial wink. "Sure, let's head out," she said.

As she tugged me towards Taylor and our future, I reached back and snatched the secret image from the desk, pocketing it as I passed into the hallway. Taylor grinned and moved ahead, leaving Jamie and me to follow him.

I leaned down and turned my mouth towards her ear. "Roxi is so not going to be the godmother," I warned her.

Jamie snorted. "She totally will be."

"She's crazy," I informed her.

"But Bastien and Oliver keep her stable." She looked back with a light of amusement in her eyes. "You have to admit that they're a lot like us. Who knows, maybe she'll be next."

A shudder worked through me. "If that woman gives birth, it'll be to some demon spawn who breathes hellfire and does cartwheels on rooftops," I replied quietly.

Jamie bit her lower lip as she fought the urge to laugh. "She's not that wild," she protested.

"She absolutely is."

"Well, I'm married to four men," Jamie said, stopping just before we hit the living room and looked up at me. I couldn't resist pulling her in for another kiss. "What does that make me?"

"Perfect," I tell her. "In every way."