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Leah's cheeks light up, and considering all the 'errands' they've been running, the way Allister has become her personal valet recently, it all comes together.
"Wow." I crane my neck around to give Deck the squeezy eye. "Did you know about this?"
"I know nothing, except I'm ready for our forever to start. And if other people find theirs, I'm happy as hell, because there's nothing better than what I've found with you."
EXTRA NEW EPILOGUE
DECKER
Later That Night
My wife is shimmying in my kitchen.
Doesn't know I'm here. Doesn't know I've been standing in the doorway for a full thirty seconds, watching her hips sway to whatever song's playing in her head. Pink ruffled apron tied around her waist. Pink fuzzy socks. A smear of flour across her cheek. Nothing else.
The bow on the apron sits right at the small of her back, the loose ends draping over what is otherwise an entirely bare ass.
I'm going to untie that bow with my teeth.
Newly pregnant with my baby, and she still wrecks me harder than the day I met her.
"Nice outfit."
I see her half smile as she ignores my comment. "Practice run for the chef-in-training thing next week. Brown butter shortbread. Twelve eggs in. It's a serious operation."
"Looks like it."
"Don't even think about distracting me, Deck. This recipe is hard."
I cross the kitchen slowly. Set my keys on the counter. Pin her against the island with my chest against her back, my mouth at the spot behind her ear that makes her knees give.
"Just watching."
"You are notjust watching."
"Just watching and holding."
My free hand slides up under the apron. Bare skin, warm from the kitchen lights. My imagination tells me her belly's just starting to swell with our baby, and I trace the curve of it with my thumb. The most fragile and ferocious thing I've ever felt under my hand.
She tries to pick up the next egg, but misses. The carton tips. Three eggs hit the floor like a small artillery strike.
"Oh no— Deck, the eggs!"
"They're done for, baby."
I step back to look at the damage, and my boot comes down in egg yolk. Slides about six inches before I catch myself on the counter.
May loses it. Doubles over laughing, holding her belly, the laugh bouncing off the cabinets. She's still giggling when I pull her back against me, her bare ass pressing right against the part of me that has been at full attention since I walked in the door.
"You think this is funny." I lean down to her ear. "Let me tell you what's actually funny."
"What?"
"That you thought you were going to bake shortbread tonight."
She goes still in my arms.
She knows what I mean.
