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“He officially resigned from my father’s dealership,though my dad said he’d give him a good recommendation.”
“That’s nice of him.”
“Even though I think Fenton is a jerk, it’s the right thing to do.” She patted Keaton’s leg. “And Fenton apologized for like the millionth time.”
“You’re a very kind and forgiving woman. I wouldn’t speak to the man.”
“Yet I know you have.” She lowered her chin. “And don’t deny it.”
He raised his hands. “I won’t. But if he told you that we spoke, he should’ve also told you that I told him to stop calling you and telling you that he loves you. That does piss me off.”
“No, he didn’t mention that, but he didn’t tell me he loved me either, so there’s progress.”
“Progress would be for him to go away. If Dawson could’ve found something plausible to arrest him with that would have stuck, he?—”
“Don’t go raising your blood pressure.” Trinity laughed but lowered her gaze, and her cheeks turned red. “At least not right this second because I might be doing that in a minute.”
Keaton arched a brow. “What exactly does that mean?”
“I have been searching for a way to tell you this for a few days.”
“Blood pressure going up.” He jerked his thumb toward the sky but laughed. These days, it took a lot for this woman to make him mad. She could fluster him.She could make his blood run hot, but angry? No, that would take a flat-out lie.
“Remember when I had to go stay at your place, and you forgot to bring over my pills?”
He nodded, crinkling his nose.
“And you were going to get them and pick up a Plan B option, but then I got kidnapped. You remember all that, right?”
“I do, but why are you bringing it up?” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “You’re at home. Pills are up in the bathro—” He tapped his chest, which squeezed and tightened. He struggled to suck in oxygen. “We never got the Plan… What are you saying?”
“I’m pregnant,” she whispered.
He opened his mouth, but no words tumbled out. He slammed it shut, cleared his throat, and tried again, but got the same result. He blinked and inhaled sharply. A vision of her with a swelled belly filled his brain, and his heart immediately swelled. He swallowed.
“Don’t freak out.” She inched closer. “Breathe, Keaton. Come on, don’t panic on me now. We have options if you don’t want this?—”
“Don’t want it?” He glared. “Of course I want it. I love you. What on earth ever gave you the impression I wouldn’t want a baby with you?”
“Oh, um, I don’t know. The fact you might have mentioned you weren’t sure about having kids. Your past life. My life. The fact that we’ve barely begun dating…” She stared at him with a questioning gaze. “Wait. What? You want us to have this baby together?”
“That’s what normal couples do.” He cupped herchin and leaned closer. “You do love me, right? Or am I missing something here?”
“I love you. This is just a lot coming really fast, like warp speed.”
“I’ve never been able to live like a turtle, so it works for me.”
She chuckled, burying her face into his neck. “This is crazy.”
“Maybe, but now we have some really tough decisions.”
“Like what?” She glanced up.
“For starters, am I going to rebuild my house for us to live there? Or do you want to live here?” He pressed his finger over her lips. “It doesn’t have to be decided today. But one thing we do need to figure out is the wedding, because do we really want to let Audra and Dawson get the jump on us?”
She jerked her head back. “Why, Keaton Cole, that isn’t even a proposal. Maybe I don’t like flowers, but I like jewelry. Not to mention, I’ve always wanted the white dress and stuff, and what’s with this idea that you just think because I’m pregnant, I’m expected to marry you? Do I need to start with the name-calling?”
His smile quickly turned into a full-on laugh.