swelling. By the end of every day, her feet, legs, and fingers were swollen and uncomfortable. Plus she’d had to go through most of her pregnancy during the summer heat. At thirty-four weeks, she was almost ready to pop, and she looked it. She was irritable, exhausted, and ready for Baby Lawson to arrive. Cooper was taking it all in his stride, even though he absorbed the brunt of her irritation.
“How are you coping?” Bailey had asked him one Saturday afternoon when we were all hanging out at Jess and Coop’s. Jess was in the bathroom peeing for the hundredth time, which was really making me anxious about those last few weeks of pregnancy.
“My wife is carrying our kid,” Cooper had replied. “She’s exhausted. She’s sore. She’s worried constantly about doing something that will make us lose our baby … so I can take it. It’s nothing compared to what she’s going through right now.”
Jack had shot me a look in that moment that told me he understood Cooper completely.
It’d made my stomach somersault and that familiar ache score across my chest.
Jack Devlin was a major problem.
I’d discovered that just because you told yourself someone wasn’t good for you didn’t mean your heart would feel the same way. And when it came to Jack, my heart most definitely didn’t want to acknowledge that Jack was bad for it.
Attraction was a problem too, especially now that I had an increased sex drive.
Every time he was around, my body came alive. I’d look at his lips or his hands and I’d feel my breasts tighten and that tug low, dirty, and deep that made me want to rip his clothes off and have my wicked way with him. I looked it up. Apparently, hormones could make some women extra needy during pregnancy. Lucky me.
If only there were someone else who incited such feelings in me.
But no.
Just Jack. With his big knuckles and long, graceful fingers. Big man hands I wanted on my body.
And it wasn’t just physical attraction.
Every time he threw that sexy, wickedly boyish smile my way, I melted. Every time he did something considerate, which was all the time (holding doors open for me, bringing me snacks just because I mentioned a craving earlier, sliding an extra pillow behind my back anytime I shifted uncomfortably on the couch), I wanted to jump him. I wanted to throw caution to the wind and scream, “Screw it!”
However, that would not be fair to Jack. Despite his continued flirtations, he’d taken me at my word about us just being friends. If I initiated sex between us, that would confuse things.
Not that things weren’t already confused.
My heart ached for him.
My head told me that five weeks was not enough time to determine whether I could trust Jack Devlin with my heart.
My vagina was unhappy with this logic.
I sighed heavily as I gazed out at the water.
“You sound like you have a million things weighing you down.”
I started at Jack’s voice and looked to my right to find him standing in the porch doorway. I’d given him a key to the beach house for emergencies. I raised an eyebrow at his appearance.
“I knocked,” he assured me. “You didn’t answer.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“You okay?”
His expression was tender. When he looked at me that way it got me every time. And why did he have to be so gorgeous? His blue-gray eyes squinted against the dull light, causing attractive laugh lines. His cheeks were unshaven, and he wore a beautifully fitted dark gray shirt and black suit pants.
Running the hotel and fun park had become Jack’s full-time job. Between his mother’s lawyers and my contacts through the Paxton Group, Jack had gotten his mother’s case for full ownership of the businesses pushed through before his father’s trial. Which started tomorrow. Once Ian lost the businesses to Rosalie, she signed it over to Jack. He tried to argue with her about it, but in the end, she convinced him she didn’t want anything to do with Hartwell.
However, the hotel and park were a big part of the community here and they’d finally have a decent owner in Jack. Once she explained this, I convinced Jack to accept her gift graciously. I’d also asked Hague for advice about finding the best defense attorney he knew. I then gave the woman’s number to Jack for Rebecca. She was a New York lawyer and Hague assured me she had an outstanding win percentage. It turned out she cost a heck of a lot