Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,95
me a teasing grin, then returned his attention to the road.
“You’re sure they can’t say anything about us being together?” I asked with a contemplative frown.
“Positive.”
“But what about you? Will you get in trouble?” I asked, and he laughed.
“Hell, no. I mean, there was a situation, but it was more personal and I fixed that yesterday.”
“What do you mean you fixed it?” I wasn’t sure if I liked the sound of that.
He sighed. “I told your uncle I wanted to marry you.”
“What the hell does my uncle have to do with any of this?” I asked, more confused than ever. He’d just mentioned he needed to talk to my father but had already talked to my uncle?
“Uh, he’s the team’s lead attorney,” he said as if I should understand the connection.
“So he’s the one who looked into it for you?” I was incredulous that he would ask that of my uncle, despite his position with the franchise.
“Not exactly. I had my personal attorney check into it, but Simon and I got our personal differences ironed out, so everything is good.” That didn’t really answer my question, but I decided it didn’t matter.
“Alex?”
“Yeah?” He squeezed my hand.
“I love you,” I said with flutters in my stomach and an ache in my chest. “I figured you should probably know that since you agreed to be my husband.”
It was mostly dark in the car, but in the glow of the dash lights, his smile was massive as he briefly looked my way again. “Good to know. I thought maybe you were only marrying me to date me.”
Laughter burst from me. “Do you know how crazy that sounds?”
He laughed as he nodded.
“Almost as crazy as us getting married so quickly.” I shook my head in disbelief.
“That’s not crazy. That’s smart.”
“How do you figure?” I asked with a chuckle, laying my head back as I rolled it in his direction.
“Because I don’t want to spend another day of my life without you. If I let you slip away, I’ll never be the same. So if I marry you as soon as I can, we can start the first day of the rest of our lives together. Besides, you’re having my baby, and I’m not having people say that you didn’t make an honest man of me after you corrupted me.”
I snorted in amusement.
“You’re too much, you know that?”
“But you love me, and that’s all that matters.” He cast a smile in my direction that I returned as I stared at his beautiful profile.
“I do.”
“I can’t wait for you to say that when it matters,” he growled and gave my hand another squeeze.
“I will.”
“Me too,” he said. “Now we need to discuss names, because my kiddo isn’t going to have some name like Hank.”
“Okay. What about Egbert?” I tried to hold a straight face as he pulled into the driveway and the garage door rolled up.
“Hell, no. I was joking.”
He shut the car off and turned to me as I snickered. His smile faded.
“I love you,” he said softly with a hint of incredulous surprise.
“I love you too.”
He scrambled out of the car, rounded it, and opened my door. His hands cradled my face. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” I said with a soft curl of my lips.
He gave me a tender kiss and helped me out.
“Now come on. I’ve managed to keep the roses alive, and I owe you a bath.” Shaking my head, I grinned like a loon.
We ended up skipping the tub.
As he reached into the bedside table drawer, I giggled. “Uh, you definitely don’t need those unless you snuck someone in between us.”
He sobered. “No way.”
Then he brought his hand back holding the ring between his fingertips. “Then how about this instead?”
Both of my hands covered my mouth as I gasped and fought crying.
“Can we try this again?” he asked, and I nodded. “Marry me, Sydney.”
“That wasn’t a question,” I teased.
“That’s because I’m not asking again. I’m not giving you a chance to say no. Besides, you already asked me and I said yes, so this is just a technicality.”
A snicker escaped before I reached up and kissed him with all my heart and soul as he slipped the ring on my finger. Then the ring and everything else was quickly forgotten as we lost ourselves in each other.
After nearly breaking his bed, we lay laughing in the tangled sheets. “That was utterly amazing,” he gasped.
Breathless, I snuggled into him. “I agree.”
“Pregnant sex rocks,” he said, and I laughed. Then he got