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Gordon was at her side, a warm washcloth in his hand. “Man, what the hell was that? Did you eat something bad for breakfast while I was in that meeting with your dad?”
“No. I think I’m getting sick.” She took the washcloth and dabbed it across her mouth, then unsteadily rose to her feet. Pressing a hand to her stomach, she collapsed against the tile wall. “Or I guess I could have eaten something bad. Who knows?”
Eyeing her speculatively, he crept his arm around her waist. “Yeah, maybe.”
He helped her over to the sink, where she washed her hands, face, and brushed her teeth. After she felt human again, she dried off and glanced at Gordon. He watched her with a small smile. “Why are you smiling? I feel like I’m dying.”
“I’m smiling because I think you’re not getting punished for a long time.” He came up behind her, closing his arms around her. He rested a palm over her belly and dropped a kiss on her shoulder, next to the strap of her dress. “I think you’re pregnant.”
“What?” She blinked, covering his hand with hers. “I can’t be. Can I? No…”
“You’ve been off the pill for three months.” He swept her hair over one shoulder, then kissed her cheek. “It’s possible. Plus, you’re late. And your boobs have been more sensitive.”
Her cheeks heated. “Gordon.”
“It’s true,” he said, laughing. “You’re so cute when you blush. I can’t believe you can still blush, after the things you do to me every night.”
Her cheeks got even hotter. “You’re the one who—”
“Enough, wife.” He spun her in his arms. “I love you so damn much. You know that, right?”
She nodded slowly, clutching his shoulders. Her head was spinning a million miles a minute. “I love you, too. We’re going to have to take a test.”
“I know.”
“Will you go buy it? Maybe then we won’t have to tell everyone right away. You can throw on a hat and escape out the back door.”
He grinned. “It’ll be our little secret, if we can pull it off.”
“Exactly.” She rested a hand over his chest. “Until we’re ready to share it.”
“Agreed. I like keeping secrets from the gang. It makes me feel like I’m still the rebellious American I used to be,” he said, kissing her forehead gently. “The man you fell for, hook, line, and sinker.”
“You’re still him.” She shook her head, smiling even wider. “I’m so glad you got assigned to my case. You’re my knight in shining armor. The prince of my heart.”
A snort came out. “Please. You’ll make my head get even bigger than it already is.”
“It should be. You’re the best.”
“I don’t know about that last part, but I’m glad I got assigned to your case, too.” He kissed her, his mouth moving over hers. “Let me show you just how glad I am…”
He swept her into his arms, cradling her to his chest, and carried her to the bed. He might not think he was a knight in shining armor…
But he was definitely hers.