One Wish (Thunder Point #7)(53)

Just you, big boy.

Fifteen minutes later he came in from the garage and left his bag in the kitchen. When he took in the darkened room, the ice bucket, glasses and candles, he smiled at her. “Are you planning to seduce me?”

“Could be. Are you covered with blood and guts?”

“Nah. I washed up. Let’s get on with the seduction!”

“No one ever accused you of being shy, did they?” Peyton said. She lifted the bottle out of the ice bucket, poured and handed him a glass. “I do have something to tell you. You know how we decided that I’d go off the pill but we’d use protection for a couple of months until my body got used to the idea?”

“Uh-huh. I might’ve gotten carried away once,” he said.

“Actually, five times. At least. So, cheers,” she said, clinking his glass. “I really don’t mind when you get carried away. It’s kind of fun.”

He sipped. “Peyton, I think this wine is bad. It tastes sour.”

“It’s sparkling cider,” she said. “You did it, you brute. You knocked me up before the wedding.”

He grinned stupidly. “Peyton! That’s wonderful!” Then he was stunned silent for a moment. “Crap,” he finally said. “Your father is going to kill me. I’m a little terrified of your father, did I mention that?”

“Paco? He’s all bluster. But, I think we won’t tell him. Or Mama either, for that matter. Do you think you can keep your mouth shut around the grandmothers?”

“Oh, sure. I don’t tell them anything. They’re a pain in my ass. But it’s going to be hard not to tell some of the guys. You know—Spencer, Coop, Seth.”

“Try. Because at least two of those three have big mouths and they’re coming to the wedding. It would be just like one of them to toast the bride and groom and baby. However, when I don’t drink, someone’s bound to ask.”

“They know we’re together. You can tell them you’re five minutes pregnant. Just how pregnant are you?”

“Five minutes. I haven’t missed a period yet but I peed on a stick.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh. Iris came in to set up a prenatal appointment. She’s five minutes pregnant and it made me just wonder.”

“Good for Iris! They want a baby! And by the way, we want a baby. This isn’t going to screw up your plans, is it? I mean, the big wedding, the dress, the flowers, all that stuff? You’re not going to get morning sickness at the altar or anything, are you?”

“No.”

“And you’re still planning to seduce me tonight?”

“Yes, Scott. I put your children to bed and when you’ve lost your mind on the sparkling cider I’m going to strip and make you crazy.”

He leaned toward her, slid a hand under her sheet of black hair and pulled her closer. “I do love that. If you haven’t folded up the tent, we could do it in there.”

“I’d rather do it in bed.”

He touched her lips with his. “I love you. Have I told you that lately?”

“Several times a day. And I love you, but apparently you have a real talent for procreation. I’m going to keep my eye on you.”

“Thank you, Peyton. I really want children with you. At least a few.”

“I agreed to one so far. Let’s see how it goes.”

“It’s going to be great. Your family specializes in big herds. Your grandmother had the last child at forty-six.”

“In your dreams, doctor hottie,” she said, kissing him.

“Hmm. Do I have to drink this,” he said, holding his glass up. “It tastes like shit.”

She laughed. “If I have to be off wine for nine months, then shouldn’t you? As a sign of solidarity?”

“Absolutely, I’ll swear off wine if it makes you happy. Thank God, I’m a beer man. Now come on, enough talk about dietary restrictions—let’s get you naked.”

* * *

Troy asked Grace several times if it would be best to cancel his friend Denny’s weekend visit. “No,” she said. “In fact, it might be better to have things to do, people around. But, Troy, do you have to tell them I shot you?”

“No, I don’t have to, but if we introduce them to anyone in town, they’re going to find out.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Things were so quiet, then...”

“All of a sudden,” he agreed. “Well, it still isn’t bigger than we are, babe.”

The early April weather cooperated. Every day was sunny and bright except when those afternoon showers came in over the Pacific. The days had grown longer and Grace could keep the shop open until six and still close in daylight. The downside was that after Denny and Becca’s visit, Troy was going to be needed more at the beach bar—people would start migrating to Cooper’s for sunset. The weather was warmer, and more people were seen outside, walking rather than driving.

While it gnawed at Grace that someone could send her a note identical to the ones Bruno sent before capturing her, knowing he was under wraps brought her some peace of mind. And while she was loath to admit it, seeing that Taser take down her boyfriend gave her a little confidence. Aside from the confusion about a motive, she was quickly feeling calmer. She did not, however, wear the Taser on her belt. She handled it very carefully. She carried it in her purse and it was turned off!