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“This feels familiar, but not,” Truck said out of the blue.

Mary lifted her head and stared at him. They were practically nose to nose now. “How so?” she asked.

“Being here in this room with all the guys…and even the women too. But it’s different somehow.”

“You were here when Kassie had her baby,” Mary said softly, not sure she was doing the right thing, but forging ahead anyway. She’d been sharing little things like this with Truck over the last two weeks, and he hadn’t seemed to be any worse for the wear as a result. “But everyone was laughing and happy that Kate was born healthy. Hollywood was passing out cigars, and even Annie was here.”

“Hmmmm,” Truck mused. “I’m not sure that’s what seems familiar.”

“Then what?”

“I think it’s the smell of this place. It doesn’t bring back good feelings. It’s as if I’ve spent a lot of time here, and the second I walked into the hospital I felt a sense of dread.”

Mary’s stomach lurched. Could he be remembering the times he came with her to get chemo and radiation? She bit her lip.

“Mary?”

“Yeah?”

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“Now isn’t really the time or place.”

“This isn’t because of my amnesia, is it?” Truck asked with crazy insight.

Mary opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a doctor appearing in the doorway. “Are you all here for Emily Fletcher?”

Choruses of “yes” responded and the doctor held up his hand. Mary wanted to wake Annie up, but didn’t want her to hear bad news from a doctor…if it was bad news. She’d break it to the little girl later if she had to.

“Emily is fine.”

“And her baby?” Rayne asked, wringing her hands.

“Also fine. He’s a bit premature, so we’re keeping him in the NICU for monitoring for now as a precaution. But he’s big, which was part of the issue, so we think he’ll be all right.”

“I knew it was a boy,” Mary said, smiling up at Truck.

As everyone began talking at once around them, Truck didn’t take his eyes from Mary’s. “A boy,” he said softly.

Mary could only nod.

Then Truck leaned toward her slowly. Mary licked her lips in anticipation. When his lips touched hers, Mary melted.

She leaned toward him, trusting him to keep her safe on his lap, as she couldn’t hold on because her hands were full with a sleeping Annie. She felt the arm around her back tighten as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss.

Right there in front of all their friends, Truck claimed her. That was the only way to explain it. He didn’t seem to give one shit that everyone could see them. He devoured her mouth as if he’d never have it again, and Mary reciprocated. She’d always been a bit reserved with him, not wanting to lead him on, but right then, Mary didn’t care. She loved Truck. Loved him as she’d never loved anyone before. As she’d never love anyone like this again. She wanted this man by her side for all time.

After a long moment, Truck pulled back abruptly. He was breathing heavily, and if Mary wasn’t mistaken, she could feel his thick, hard cock under her ass. She licked her lips again and tasted Truck there. She felt her libido return with a vengeance. She wanted this man. Was desperate to feel him deep inside her.

“What’s going on?” Annie asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

Mary jerked in surprise. She hadn’t even heard the noise around them, she’d been so focused on Truck.

He smiled at her obvious befuddlement and ran a hand over Annie’s head. “Looks like you have a new baby brother.”

“Really?” she asked, sitting straight up and almost clipping Mary’s chin in the process.

“Really,” Truck confirmed.