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I intentionally ushered him in first, so I could enjoy how incredible his ass looked in those tight blue jeans. Maverick was every bit as delicious as I remembered him. Probably even more so, since my pregnancy had made me three times hornier than normal.

The place wasn’t packed but it wasn’t empty, and there was still plenty of seating in the back. We took a darkened booth in the far corner. One that was curved, so we could slide in next to each other.

“You have no idea how good it is to see you,” said Maverick. His eyes dropped to my stomach. “So how are you—”

I leaned back, exposing the slight rise that had finally developed in my lower belly. I didn’t have very much of a baby bump yet, but there was definitely something there.

“Can I?”

I chuckled happily. “Are you kidding? Of course!”

His hand slid gently, lovingly over my abdomen. I watched it go up and down, his big palm rolling in slow circles just below my navel.

“So is it mine?” he asked, flat out.

I tore off a piece of bread from the basket at the center of the table and shrugged. He looked confused.

“Gage’s or Devyn’s, then?”

“I actually don’t know,” I told him. “Those swabs are still sitting on my desk, untouched.”

Maverick cocked his head curiously but said nothing.

“It’s weird,” I told him. “It’s like I want to know, but I also don’t. I mean, I know Ineedto know, eventually anyway. But it’s like… like I want it to be…”

“All of ours?”

Relief flooded through me. They were just the words I was struggling to find.

“Yes. Exactly.” I glanced down at my plate. “Does that sound strange to you?”

“No actually,” said Maverick. “Not at all.”

The waitress arrived and we ordered food and drinks. But the longer I looked at Maverick, the more I found myself suddenly uninterested in eating.

“So you came here for me, huh?” I asked, when we were alone again.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He lifted one sculpted arm and slid it past my shoulders. Pulling me closer, those hazel eyes found mine.

“I was hoping you’d come home with me,” he said. “Or rather,wewere hoping.”

“We?”

“Yes.”

The warmth was back in my stomach. This time it was hotter than ever.

“Home?” I murmured. “To Arizona?”

Maverick shrugged one beautiful shoulder.

“We talk about you all day, every day,” he said. “Juliana, we’reobsessed.”

“With me?”