this angle, whatever they’re talking about appears to be of an intimate nature. “Um, my sister thinks your brother is hot.”
Halder chokes on his next inhale. “Ah, shit. He asked me about her earlier.”
“Really?” I tip my face toward his.
“Yep. This should be interesting.”
I squint as the love birds find a patch of shadowed lawn to perch on. “If nothing else, we can take the credit for matchmaking.”
“That can be our next volunteer gig.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “Maybe Reagan will get Beckett on the straight and narrow.”
A laugh spurts out of me. “Or the down and dirty.”
His shoulders shake with amusement. “That works, too.”
“They’ll keep each other occupied for the afternoon, at least.”
“My brother has the reputation to be somewhat of a Casanova with the ladies. He hasn’t found the one meant to last, though. Your sister might be getting more than she bargained for.”
“Swap that to exactly what she’s hoping will happen.”
“Even better. She won’t have a reason to seek you out again. I’m due for some quality Lee time of my own.”
I cup his cheek, still layered with a short length of scruff. “Feeling neglected?”
He nuzzles into my touch. “Just a bit. I’m ready for another vacation.”
I’ll be the first to agree with him. Our babymoon took us to the tropical beaches of Hawaii. Turns out Halder has an old buddy living down there. That was already months ago. “Where to?”
Halder bites his bottom lip, pinning me with those bottomless green pools. “Would you call me crazy if I suggested the northern Canadian wilderness?”
A thrill zings through my veins. “That depends on which part. There’s a lot of uncharted territory up there.”
“I have my sights set on a certain alcove just off the river and near the mountains. We could wait until summer, for the sake of variety.”
The noise I release is evidence of my one-hundred percent agreement. “Not sure anything has sounded better.”
He returns the sound with one of his own. “It’s settled then. Are you ready to be a missus?”
“More than you could probably guess.”
“I highly doubt that, sweetheart.”
“You’ll just have to wait and see how slow these thirty days drag by.” Something similar popped out of my mouth not long ago as we awaited another date to arrive. I go to rest a palm on my stomach and catch empty air. The second attempt is more successful, but the mostly flat landing space doesn’t hold the same appeal.
Halder notices, of course. “Do you miss being pregnant?”
“Eh, maybe? There are some habits that are harder to break. The kicks were so fun to feel. It’s nice to be regaining control of my body again.”
“I grew very fond of certain hormones. And your extra curves. All the midnight cravings were definitely in my favor.” The slight growl in his tone makes me giggle.
It’s no secret that I was a major nympho while pregnant. Or maybe I always am. It’s hard to say considering Halder knocked me up almost instantly. But that seems irrelevant since my fiancé is hot. I’ll always want to jump his bones. He makes me horny with a single flick of his pinky.
I slant our mouths together for a sizzling peck that’s over far too soon. “Maybe we can reenact our favorite moments.”
He nips at my jaw. “Should we sneak off to our supply closet?”
“You mean the tool shed?”
“Does it matter?” Halder bumps his hips into mine. “I’ll show you how my drill fits into your hole.”
“Oh, boss. I’m well aware.” That doesn’t stop me from rubbing against him in further encouragement.
“Are you sure about that? It’s been a while since you agreed to getting lucky in a crowded space.”
“I’d hardly refer to our house as having sex in public.”
“We could drive to the shelter or grab a drink at Muddy Sheep. I can pullover on the way for a little appetizer,” he suggests in a low whisper.
I cringe and flex my thighs at the reminder of trying to maneuver in such a cramped area. “Pass on that. The bar bathroom was more sexy in my fantasies. And I think we’ve rolled the dice too many times with the hidden nooks and crannies at Second Chance.”
Halder wags his brows. “There’s always plenty to explore in the back thirty. You can whip out my pole and use the beam to guide us on the four-wheeler.”
“The innuendos are endless with you today,” I laugh into the crook of his neck.
“Don’t pretend your bolt doesn’t love my screw.”
“It’s been eight weeks, stud. I