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Cat
I’m saved from Reese’s birthday inquiry when one of Savage’s men joins us, but I am fairly certain that my need to feel Reese out on the topic of babies has blown my surprise. He knows. Or he suspects. I don’t want to tell him. Not until his birthday. It’s only two weeks. I’ll let him wonder until then. He has to wait. We head out to the SUV waiting on us and despite a swarm of press that tries to get to Reese, we’re on the road without any real trouble. On the ride home, Cole calls Reese to talk about the developments with Debbie and the call is over by the time we’re at our apartment door.
We walk in the door with a sense of relief between us. The Debbie situation is all but behind us and so is this trial. For Dana, I’m not sure the problem is gone. Reginald may or may not be guilty, and her case being dismissed doesn’t answer that question. “Pizza, no olives?” Reese asks as we walk into the bedroom and I kick off my heels.
I glance over at him, as he shrugs out of his jacket, that perfect chest of his stretching with the action. I wonder if pregnancy makes you want your man more because I’m not lacking in the want my man scenario despite my sickness. “No olives,” I say. “I think it will be a while before I venture down that path again.” I head into the closet via the bathroom and strip off my dress.
Reese appears in the doorway, and he’s now wearing sweats and a snug tee. “No wine, right?” he asks, and he’s looking at my stomach.
I point at my boobs. “They’re right here, in case you didn’t notice.”
His eyes meet mine. “Cat—”
The doorbell rings. “Damn it,” he murmurs, grabbing me and pulling me to him. “I’ll finish that sentence when we’re alone.” He kisses me and heads out of the closet.
Damn it is right. He’s going to make me tell him because if he asks me directly, I won’t lie even if it is to save his surprise.
Reese
My wife is pregnant. I know it. I feel it and my excitement is dashed when I reach for the front door to open it and pause with a thought. She’s been nursing this news, while Debbie was claiming that I cheated on her. I press my hands to the door. “Damn it,” I whisper. No wonder she hasn’t told me. I need to think about this. Where does that put her head right now? Do I push her to tell me?
The doorbell rings again and I grimace but push off the door. “Who is it?”
“Royce,” comes the deep reply.
I open the door. “I hope this is good news.”
“It’s not bad news,” he says.
“What’s happening?” Cat asks from behind me.
I back up and allow Royce to enter, my gaze sweeping over my wife, who’s in baggy sweats and a T-shirt and still looks sexy as hell. Pregnant. With my child. I can’t even get my head around this really happening for us. I really don’t want to get my head around the timing.
“Let’s go to the kitchen,” I say, motioning him forward, and joining Cat, but I don’t let her follow him.
I pull her to me. “Cat,” I whisper.
“What?”
“I’m so fucking sorry about Debbie. I hate you had to go through this.”
“It’s not your fault.” Her hand settles on my face. “Why are you saying this right now?”
“It just hit me walking down the stairs, how shitty this really has to be for you right now.”
“It’s over and it was bad for both of us. This isn’t your fault, Reese.”
I rest my forehead against her. “I know, but that almost makes it worse. I couldn’t protect you from this.” I kiss her temple. “Come on. Let’s talk to Royce.” I take her hand and lead her into the kitchen.
Royce is helping himself to a bottle of water from the fridge. “Thanks,” he says, shutting the door and holding it up. He takes a big swig and sets the bottle on the counter while Cat and I take up the spots at the island across from him. “They’re arresting Martha,” he announces. “They think she not only did the crime, they believe she acted alone, though they aren’t prepared to fully rule out Reginald’s involvement.”
My phone rings in my pocket and I pull it out, glancing at the caller ID and the unknown number. “I have no idea who this is.” I answer, “Reese Summer.”
“It’s Milton. We’re dismissing the case in the morning, but if I find a connection to her, I will recharge her.” He disconnects.
I slip my phone back in my pocket. “They’re dismissing the charges,” I say. “Reserving the right to recharge if they find new evidence.”
“You don’t look pleased,” Royce comments.
