Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“My mom wants to be able to communicate with you easily. Her number is in there. This way, you can keep her updated daily on how you’re feeling and she can plan an outing with you or whatever,” he replied.
I slid my finger over the screen, and it lit up. The wallpaper on it was the same photo in the frame by my bed. The ultrasound picture of my baby boy’s face. A smile spread across my lips, and I touched his sweet nose. A passcode screen appeared.
“Due date,” he told me.
I typed in 022225, and the phone opened. He’d not asked me about my due date, yet he knew it.
“This is going to take some figuring out. I don’t think I’ve used one this new. I know how the old models work, but this looks different.”
“I loaded the ultrasound video on it. I figured you’d rather have it with you on your phone than have to come watch it in here,” he told me. “Go get your purse.”
Giddiness bubbled in my chest. I had the ultrasound video on here.
“Thank you,” I replied, then went to hurry back to the stairs.
When I reached the third floor, I opened the phone back up and found my Contacts. Bane was the first one, followed by Carver’s Bootleg Whiskey, Cash Stables Office, Connie Stella, Grissele, and Than. Walking into my room, I was smiling, and a part of that was because Bane had put his number in my Contacts. It had to be the pregnancy messing with my head. That was all.
Picking up my purse, I wiped the smile from my mouth and headed back downstairs.
Twenty-Six
Halo
“Earth to Halo,” Than’s voice said as he snapped a finger in front of my face.
Blinking, I shook my head and stared at him.
“You were checked out pretty hard there, little momma,” he teased.
I had no idea how many times he’d called my name. He was right; I had been lost in the dream I’d had last night.
Four days in a row now, I had woken up, looking around for the arms that had been around me. My dreams were getting more intense. The guy—oh, who was I kidding? I knew who the dream guy was. Bane was touching me and kissing me a little more every night.
Last night, I’d dreamed he pressed his lips to mine and then ran the tip of his tongue along them with a low groan. I felt his erection and rubbed against it, but my dream Bane stopped me by placing a hand on my hip.
He had whispered, “No, no, sweet girl. Don’t do that to me.”
God, just thinking about it had me aching between my legs. Part of me wanted to find a way to make the dreams stop while another part of me wanted to sleep forever so I didn’t have to give him up. Dream Bane made a host of things I had never experienced come to life inside me.
“You not gonna tell me?” Than asked, and I realized I’d let myself drift off to my dream again.
“Sorry. It was nothing. Just me thinking about some things I read in the prenatal book I have.” That wasn’t a complete lie.
I had gone back and reread what it said about vivid sexual dreams. I found myself hoping the dreams would get more explicit but feared I’d never be able to look Bane in the eyes again if they did.
“Is the information helpful, or is it shit that freaks you out?” he asked.
“Helpful,” I replied. “That’s why I asked about the treadmill. It says cardio is good for pregnancy, and I wanted something more to do than just swimming.”
Than pulled inside the garage and glanced over at me. “You go get changed, and I’ll give you a lesson on working the treadmill. Anything else in there you can use?”
I laughed. “Other than the weight bench, which I can’t use, I have no idea what all that stuff is.”
“What about a row machine? Is that safe?”
I shrugged. “No idea. I’ll ask Dr. Stella at my next appointment.”
He opened his door. “Everything else has weights involved, so we will stick with the treadmill only until then.”
I climbed out of the Range Rover and followed him toward the garage entrance into the house.
Going to the distillery every day had continued this week, and I was thankful for that. It helped with all the many thoughts that plagued me. Something to focus on besides the bad was good. We were later than normal in coming home today because they’d had a catered employee lunch and Ransom invited me to stay. It had made me feel included, and I appreciated it.
The moment the door opened, I could hear the thud of the punching bag.
Than cut his eyes at me. “Bane must be back at it. He’s already got the best pecs and abs. If he keeps this up, he’s gonna take Locke’s biggest biceps title from him.”