Irresistible (Neighbor from Hell #11) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,38

her head and a heartfelt sigh.

“What if I just bought you one of every dessert instead?” Aidan said, hoping to use her love of carbs against her.

Without missing a beat, Melanie said, “Make it two,” letting him know that they were going to get along just fine.

Chapter 19

A Week Later…

“Veto,” Melanie said with a heavy sigh, wondering when he was going to start taking this seriously.

“What’s wrong with Gage?” Aidan asked as he settled back against the side of the tub as he shifted his attention to the stack of patient files next to him.

“Pet Semetary,” she said as she settled back in the tub, enjoying the hot water as it slowly worked its magic on her sore muscles and swollen feet.

“Are you going to keep vetoing names based on movies and television?”

“Yes, yes, I am,” Melanie said, feeling her lips twitch when he released another long-suffering sigh.

“You’re high maintenance, woman.”

“I have been told that,” Melanie admitted as she closed her eyes and felt herself relax.

“What do you think of Chris?” Aidan asked.

“As in Chris Hemsworth?” she asked only to sigh wistfully when she thought of the incredibly hot actor that-

“Veto,” Aidan bit out, making her frown.

“Wait. You’re vetoing your own suggestion?” she asked, opening her eyes to find him staring down at the file in his lap.

“Yes,” he murmured absently as he picked up another file.

“What if I vetoed your veto?” she couldn’t help but wonder.

“I’d veto that,” Aidan said, making her chuckle.

“What about Drew?” Melanie asked as she reached for the apple juice he got for her and took a sip.

“Drew Bradford?” Aidan murmured, testing the name and…

Melanie realized that she was going to have a different last name than her son. It was something that she’d never really thought about until now. She’d always thought she would meet the right man who would sweep her off her feet, they’d fall in love, get married, have a family, and grow old together, but that hadn’t happened. It might never happen, she realized, unable to help but smile as she felt her baby boy push against her stomach.

“You like Drew, baby boy?” she asked, placing her hands on her belly, chuckling when he pushed against her hands.

“Does he like it?” Aidan asked, shifting so that he could reach back and place his hand over hers without looking, respecting their unspoken agreement that allowed her to take a bath without dying of mortification.

“I think he does,” Melanie said, smiling.

“Then Drew Bradford, it is.”

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“Why are we watching this?” Aidan couldn’t help but wonder as the small woman bundled up in a shitload of blankets next to him absently took a bite of the blueberry cake donut that he’d been eying for the past hour.

“Research,” Melanie said absently with a nod that had him looking from her to the crime show that they were binge-watching and back again.

“Research?” he repeated only to sigh with relief when he saw what time it was.

“Time for another walk,” Aidan said, hitting pause before tossing the remote aside.

“But I didn’t find out why the acid didn’t work on the body yet,” she said with a disappointed sigh as she reluctantly saved what she was working on before closing her laptop so that he could set aside the laptop table that he’d picked up for her yesterday when it became apparent that her old one wasn’t pregnancy-friendly.

“You’ll just have to wait until after your walk,” Aidan said even though there was no way in hell that he was going to be able to sit through four more hours of this.

“Fine,” Melanie mumbled with an adorable pout as she pushed the blankets off, carefully got to her feet and waddled towards the bedroom to put her shoes on as he found his gaze lowering to her generous ass and-

He forced his attention back to the article that he was reading, reminding himself that sex wasn’t an option, something that Aidan had to remind himself at least a hundred times a day. He didn’t think that it was a good idea to cross that line, not if he wanted this to work. It didn’t matter how good she felt in his arms at night or how much he’d thought about her since that night, she was off-limits. Unfortunately, even knowing that nothing was going to happen didn’t stop him from thinking about that night

The only thing that he remembered about that night was just how fucking good it felt when the condom broke. He’d never felt anything like it.