“I never left, not in spirit anyway. It’s in my heart. It’s my home,” she said simply. She touched his face. “I told Lucy where I’d gone. I thought maybe she’d tell you.”
He shook his head. “The damn meddling woman. If I hadn’t seen her fall off that bike with my own eyes, I might think she set me up.”
“Well…” Ally laughed. “Not with the broken bones, but she did set you up. She set both of us up. Literally.”
His eyes widened. “You’re kidding me.”
“Sneaky of her, I agree, but effective.” She danced her fingers down over his bare chest, and was rewarded when his breathing quickened and his eyes darkened. “It brought you here to me. Tell me again, Chance.”
“I love you. I always will.”
“Now show me,” she demanded.
He was on his way to doing just that, and had them both halfway to bliss, when she smiled, her entire heart in her gaze, and said, “I hope we’re making a baby.”
It was a good thing he wasn’t standing. His knees went weak and his heart soared. “A girl,” he managed. “With your stormy eyes and brave heart.”
“And her daddy’s sense of adventure.”
“Sounds good,” he murmured huskily, bending close for a long, deep, hot kiss. “Now where were we?”
“Oh dear, I’ve lost track.” Her grin was wicked. “Better start at the beginning.”
“Perfect. I love beginnings.”
Jill Shalvis
