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“No. I need some time with my wife.” I eye Savage, “Without you or your men.”
“Understood,” both men murmur, and they’ve barely spoken the word before I’m walking away.
I impatiently step onto the elevator and punch the lobby button. If my wife is pregnant, I not only need to know. I need to know that she’s happy. That’s not a conversation that can wait until my birthday, if that’s her plan.
Chapter eighty-four
Reese
The minute Cat sees me she shuts her computer. “Perfect timing. I just sent my column to my editor. Where’s Royce?” she asks, stuffing her MacBook into her briefcase.
“I left him to talk with Dana,” I say, helping her to her feet.
“Is she okay? Is she thinking straight?”
“Remarkably clear headed. She’s going to visit a friend in Paris. I’m past due some quality time with my wife.”
“I’m with you all the time,” she says, her hand settling on my chest, those beautiful green eyes of hers searching mine. “What’s going on with you, husband?”
“We need some time together without everything else suffocating us. And now it’s all but over with the exception of a few loose ends. The case. Debbie. All of it.” I bring her fingers to my lips and kiss them. “Let’s go home. I ordered a car on the ride down.” I wrap my arm around her and we start walking. I have a moment when I consider that maybe she’s not pregnant, but if she’s not, she’s not. She’ll know that I very much want her to be the mother of my children. She’s the entire reason I want children. This world needs more people like Cat.
The car is waiting for us outside, and we’re inside and at our apartment in a few short minutes. Once we’re inside the building, I think about feeding my wife. “Pizza, no olives?”
“Pizza with olives,” she laughs. “I’m suddenly really wanting olives again.”
The elevator opens and once we’re inside the apartment, I start to order pizza and hesitate. We need to talk. I link our fingers and lead her to the bedroom, sitting her down on the couch where I proposed, that overlooks the city. We both sink down into the cushion, our legs connected. And as we do often, especially as we shift from one challenge to another, we stare out at the city. Parenthood would certainly be a new challenge.
“When do you go back to the doctor?”
She looks over at me. “Who said I do?”
“Do you?”
“Yes. Monday.”
“Good. I’ll go with you.”
“You’re not going to the doctor with me, Reese,” she says, looking away. “I’m fine.”
“And if I want to go?”
I glance over at him. “Why would you want to go?”
He stares at me several long beats before he says, “Because I love you. Because I’m worried about you. Why else would I want to go, Cat?”
“Whatever your question is, the answer is yes.”
I arch a brow. “Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t ask it though,” she warns. “It’s your birthday present.”
“Holy fuck.” I go down on a knee in front of her. “Are you pregnant, Cat?”
“Reese!” She leans forward and presses her hands to my face. “I told you not to ask.”
“Tell me,” I order.
