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She didn’t say anything.
“I brought you tea,” I said, holding up the cup that now was lukewarm at best.
She looked from me to the cup.
“It’s going to take a lot more than tea to get me to talk to you.” She turned and began walking away.
“Wait. Please. Have you thought about names?” I blurted out.
She stopped walking, but didn’t turn around.
“Please, Heart.” I tried again.
“You haven’t earned the right to call me that yet,” she said softly as she turned around.
The ‘yet’ made me feel hopeful.
I nodded. “I have to head back to Manhattan for work. Can I give you a ride?” I asked.
As I watched her consider my offer, I was reminded of how beautiful she really was. Her dark hair was pulled into a high ponytail and her brown eyes were caramel in the sun.
“Okay,” she said.
“Really?” I asked a little too eagerly.
She shot me a look and I reminded myself not to get too ahead of myself. I walked past her and opened the door for her before Armand could. She slid inside the car and I followed, closing the door behind me.
Again, she sat as far away from me as she could. All I wanted to do was be close to her, but I understood her coolness toward me.
“You look nice,” I said.
“Er, thanks.” She looked out the window as the car pulled away from the curb.
Even though we had at least an hour’s drive back to the city, I felt like the minutes were fleeting.
“Here,” I said, handing her the tea. “It’s probably not very hot anymore.”
She gave the faintest smile and took it from my hands, avoiding any contact with my fingers.
She took a sip. “Thank you,” she said softly.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
“Fine.”
“No symptoms? I read morning sickness can start around six weeks.”
She bit back a smile, and my eyes fixated toward her lips. It was the first time I had felt any real arousal in weeks. Jesus.
Pull it together, Daniel.
“I’ve been a little nauseous here and there, but nothing too bad.”
“Good. That’s good.”
“Did you get a baby book or something?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
I laughed. “No, just Google.”