“And thanks for makin’ me come just now.”
I started laughing, lifted my head and said through it, “My pleasure.”
He grinned. “Noticed that.”
“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled, still chuckling.
He slid his hand through my hair and turned his head to look at the clock. After turning back to me, he said, “Thank fuck tomorrow’s Saturday.”
I got closer, “Sleeping in.”
“Yeah,” he replied.
I brushed my mouth against his, slid him out of me and rolled out of bed. I took care of business and pulled on a nightie, but not panties, before I slid back into bed beside him.
Ren positioned us spooning.
“Maximum contact, you doing that, not me,” I pointed out.
“Last night you burrowed into me,” he noted.
This was true.
I said no more.
I felt Ren’s soft laughter all around me.
I wiggled into it.
“’Night, baby,” he whispered.
“’Night, Ren.”
He kissed my neck.
I closed my eyes, and within seconds was asleep.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Key to Her Dreams
Hank
The next morning, Hank Nightingale moved up the bricked front walk to Lee and Indy’s duplex.
He hit the bell, and a minute later Lee opened the door.
Hank lifted his chin to his brother as Lee moved out of the way. He entered hearing retching.
He stopped in the living room, but looked to the ceiling and back to Lee. “Morning sickness?”
“No, seein’ as it lasts until the afternoon.” Lee looked up the stairs, murmuring, “She can’t keep anything down.”
Hank studied his brother and could see it plain. Lee was worried.
“Women have been doin’ this awhile, man,” he said softly and Lee looked at him.
“Know that. Doesn’t mean I gotta like it.”
Hank nodded. He wouldn’t like it either.
Lee jerked his head toward the kitchen. “Get yourself some coffee. I’m just gonna run upstairs to check on her.”
Not waiting for a reply, Lee jogged up the stairs.
Hank moved to the kitchen.
He had a coffee mug in hand and was leaning against the counter when Lee reappeared saying, “She’s lyin’ down. She says hi. But this time of day it comes often and fast so she wants to be close to the bathroom.
Hank nodded again. Lee got his mug, reloaded, rested his hips against the counter and gave his eyes to his brother.
“We’re supposed to go to viewings later. Thinkin’ that’s out,” Lee remarked.
“You’re movin’?” Hank asked.
“Keepin’ the place. It’s Grandma Ellen’s. Indy wants it kept in the family. We’ll rent it but we need more space.”
They absolutely did. Two bedrooms, Indy and all her crazy (not to mention clothes) and a kid?
