Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,108
around, the best part of their relationship had been before marriage. What if history repeated itself? What if they simply weren’t built to be husband and wife?
I want my ring back on your finger and I want to wear yours and I want the world to know you’re mine.
The memory of his words stopped her heart all over again.
Dark eyes held her own.
Mute, she dropped the sheet and leaned toward Abe. He took her invitation, loved her with tender hands and a raw need that made her feel so wanted it almost hurt.
SEVEN WEEKS LATER AND SARAH STILL hadn’t given Abe an answer, the words locked inside her throat by that quiet, insidious fear she couldn’t shake off. But other than that visceral fear that held her back from saying yes, being eight months pregnant was glorious. The peanut no longer had enough room inside her to keep on playing football. These days it was all sharp pokes with a tiny elbow or foot and what felt like impatient twisting as the baby tried to get comfortable.
Which could get uncomfortable for her, but Sarah loved the sign that their little rock baby was alive and thriving. Sometimes when she petted the part of Peanut’s body that was jabbing at her, she got a response. Last time, it was Abe who’d done it—and it had felt as if the baby was playing with him—pulling back, then pushing out again.
Abe’s expression had been priceless, fascinated and astonished both.
“You sure you want to do this?” her lover murmured now in the back of the limo that was ferrying them to an early evening party. It was to celebrate the birthday of a record executive who’d helped Schoolboy Choir sign their first deal.
“We’ll go for a little while.” She closed her hand over his thigh, the fabric of his black pants slightly rough. “I feel like seeing our friends, and I know Marty’s important to you all.”
Abe’s knuckles brushing her cheek. “Not as important as you.”
She’d become almost used to those words. Never would she take them for granted, but she believed them now, knew Abe meant what he said. “I’ll tell you when I’m ready to go home,” she promised. “Mostly I plan to find a comfortable spot and chat with Molly and the other women.” Sarah knew they wouldn’t leave her alone; they never did at such events.
It was wonderfully strange to find herself circled so protectively by Abe’s tribe… that was now also part of her tribe. “I also have a bone to pick with Noah about the ice cream he brought over last week.” Sarah hadn’t been able to stop eating the stuff. “He’s responsible for at least five extra pounds.”
Abe nuzzled her. “I don’t see any extra pounds.” One big hand shaping her hip. “How about you get naked and show me where they are?”
Giggling like a teenager and feeling far too carefree for a woman who was currently eight months pregnant, she bit playfully at his ear. “Limo’s stopped.”
The driver opened the back passenger-side door half a minute later.
Murmuring, “We’ll pick this up at home,” Abe exited, then helped her out.
Her dress flowed around her. Sarah had tried on more formfitting formal gowns that showed off her bump, but as with the gown she’d worn to the awards ceremony, she loved the softer lines of this strapless dress. It hugged her breasts with some spectacular tailoring that involved crisscrossing pieces of fabric, then flowed down in heavy lines that suited the deep midnight blue of the material.
Molly had found the gown for her in a store that sold vintage gowns from Hollywood’s golden era. She’d gifted it to Sarah for her birthday, sweetly happy that Sarah loved it so much. The best thing was that it’d be easy to tailor it to suit her post-pregnancy body too.
As for jewelry, having swept her hair into an updo that exposed her neck and shoulders, Sarah had chosen to wear statement earrings of heavy silver.
That, however, wasn’t what she was actually wearing. Because Abe had surprised her with another set of statement earrings tonight—and these were created of diamonds. Not just transparent diamonds of perfect clarity but also vibrant pink diamonds that were a glorious accent to her gown. The earrings sparkled and caught the light and were no doubt ridiculously expensive, but what Sarah loved most about them was that Abe had admitted to spending hours in two different jewelry stores in an effort to find exactly the right pair