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He laughed and reached for his beer. I set my drink down and placed a hand over his.
“I brought a plus one tonight,” I said.
He quirked a brow.
“Pretty sure I’m your date, sweetheart.”
“Nope. You’re my husband. My date’s a little less visible at the moment.”
His brow furrowed, confused—until I let my hand slide down to rest gently on my stomach.
Keaton’s jaw dropped. “Wait. Are you—? Are we?—?”
I nodded. “We’re having a baby.”
The look on his face was everything. Shock. Awe. Wonder. Even about to cry. But then pure, unfiltered joy.
He stood, practically knocking over his barstool, and pulled me into his arms. “Are you serious?”
“Got the confirmation this morning at the doctors. I wanted to wait for the right moment.”
He kissed me full on the mouth, deep and unapologetic.
I turned to the others, calling out with tears in my eyes and a grin on my face.
“Looks like we’ve got another reason to celebrate!”
And there, in the heart of the business we’d built together, surrounded by the people we loved most, Keaton held me tighter than ever.
EPILOGUE 2
GRIFFIN WEST: IT HAPPENED AFTER HOURS
The momentI opened the door of my penthouse, all oxygen seemed to disappear.
Jessa Cole stood there. A vision from Holly Creek. Same warm eyes. Same slightly sassy tilt to her mouth. Same curves I remembered far too vividly.
I recall one wild night with her. The silky flash of her dress hem as she’d walked away from the bar. The husky laugh as she showed up at the doorstep of my vacation rental. The feel of her body under mine.
She looked even better than I remembered.
"Jessa." Her name flew from my lips.
She lifted her brows, a playful glint in her eye.
"Hey there, Mr. West."
"I—uh. Wow." I cleared my throat. "The nanny agency didn’t tell me it was you. If I had known..."
"Would you have canceled the interview?"
"No. I would’ve spent the entire weekend trying to decide if hiring you was the worst idea or the best damn decision I’ve ever made."
She chuckled. "Relax. The agency didn’t send me. Although I could use a job now that I’m with child.”
My gaze dropped—and hit the gentle curve of her stomach.
My breath caught. “What?”