And why is what he’s doing right now so hot?
He grins, pressing one more kiss to my lips before stepping back. "Go get ready for work. I'll make breakfast."
I smooth my shirt down over my belly, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "This doesn't solve anything, you know."
"I wasn't trying to solve anything." He shrugs, looking way too pleased with himself. "Just making sure you start your day right."
I roll my eyes, pushing off the wall. "You're impossible."
"You like it," he calls after me as I head for the shower.
The worst part is, he's right.
I do.
Kieran takes one look at me when I stride into Cascade and immediately knows. The man has some kind of superpower when it comes to reading me, and right now I might as well have "I GOT RAILED BY KASEN JAMES" tattooed on my forehead.
"Well, well, well," he says, falling into step beside me as I head for my office. "Someone had a good night."
"Don't start." I speed up, which is pointless because his legs are longer and he's not wearing heels.
"Start what? Pointing out that you're all flushed? Or mentioning the strategic scarf placement? In summer?" He gestures to the silk scarf I grabbed at the last second in desperation. "Very pretty. Very 'hiding a hickey.'"
"I'm cold."
"You're pregnant and last week you bought that.” He gestures to the extra portable AC unit I set up in the corner in my office when I was sweating through my clothes. “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter."
"Did you have a point, or are you just here to be annoying?" I toss my bag onto my desk.
"Just curious what finally broke the dam." Kieran perches on the edge of my desk, arms crossed over his Tom Ford shirt. That knowing smirk makes me want to throw something at him. "Was it the midnight ice cream runs? The foot rubs? Or did he finally just bend you over something and?—"
"Finish that sentence and you're fired."
"No, I'm not." He examines his watch. "You'd be lost without me and we both know it."
Damn him for being right. "Don't you have actual work to do?"
"This is more fun." He studies me with those sharp eyes that miss nothing. "But seriously, you look good. Relaxed. I haven't seen you this unbuttoned in years."
"I'm plenty buttoned." But even I can hear the lie. I'm the opposite of buttoned. I'm unbuttoned, unzipped, completely undone by Kasen James and his stupid perfect… everything.
"Sure." He's not buying it for a second. "Well, whatever happened, it’s about time. I approve.”
I glare at him. "I didn't ask for your approval."
"Well, you’re getting it anyway." He stands, smoothing his jacket. "Henderson report's on your desk. They've agreed to expanded territory but want to haggle over tap handles."
"Of course they do." I flip open the folder, grateful for the subject change. "Set up a meeting for next week."
"Already done." He heads for the door but pauses. "Oh, and Navy called. She wants to know if you're coming to dinner at Clover’s tonight."
My stomach drops. “What dinner?”
Kieran shrugs. "Apparently Clover invited you and Kasen and she wanted to make sure you're coming."
Great. That's exactly what I need—a family dinner with Kasen's sister, who still has no idea I'm carrying her brother's baby. Or that we're married. Or that we spent last night breaking furniture with our athletic fucking.
This should be fun.
