Seducing the Bridesmaid (Wedding Dare, #3)(47)

She licked her lips. “I think there might be something wrong with your hearing, Scarlett. Because I pretty much just declared my intentions toward you. Second chances are on the books.”

His lips brushed hers. “Forgive me? I’ll spend the foreseeable future making it up to you.”

And people said dreams didn’t come true. Regan slipped her arms around his neck. “I forgive you.”

He kissed her, pulling her against him, and it was even better than she remembered. Brock moved them, pinning her against his front door as he took full possession of her mouth. Before she could fully sink into the kiss, he pulled back. “I promise I’ll keep you safe from nature, and I’ll put your ass on a treadmill at the end of stressful days. I know you’re more than capable of handling your business, but if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my days taking care of you.”

“That goes both ways.” She kissed him. “I’ll show you the ropes of the big city. It’s a far cry from this hellhole surrounded by trees.”

Brock laughed. “Sounds like a plan.”

“You know what also sounds like a plan? Getting me off this porch and into your bed.”

“That, I can do.”





Epilogue


“Hey, darlin’.”

Regan looked up and forced herself to smile as Brock came through the door of their apartment. Even as distracted as she was, she couldn’t help checking him out. With his slacks and fitted dress shirt that he’d partially unbuttoned at some point on the way home, he was something else. New York looked good on him.

He narrowed his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Shit. She should have known that he’d immediately pick up on her tension. She should have just called Addison to sit with her, but she hadn’t been able to pick up the phone. The only person she wanted to be around was the same one she wanted to smack silly, because if her suspicions were right, this was mostly his fault.

Mostly.

“Regan, you’re scaring me.” He dropped his briefcase on the floor and came to sit next to her on the couch. “What’s going on?”

“So, funny story.” She tried to sound cheery, but it came out flat. God, what were they going to do? They’d only been together seven months. Seven seriously amazing months—like, almost too good to be true, amazing—but seven months all the same.

And she was about to ruin it. She took a shuddering breath. “Remember New Year’s Eve?”

A faint smile caught the corners of his lips. “We drank too much and had sex in the bathroom of the bar.”

Had sex without protection. “Yep. Six weeks ago.”

She saw the exact moment he understood, his gaze dropping to her stomach and then flying back to her face. Regan held her breath, waiting for him to put some distance between them or accuse her of…something. To do something. Because she was half a second away from losing it completely.

But he didn’t do any of that. Instead, he reached out and pressed his hand to her stomach. “A baby.”

“Well, that’s the thing. I’m too much of a chickenshit to take the test and find out for sure.” She motioned at her purse lying on the coffee table. “I bought like five of them, but…”

“I’m glad you didn’t.” He pulled her into his arms. “Darlin’, we’ve got to know. Together.”

She studied his face, trying to figure out which way he was falling on this whole thing. He seemed…happy? Hope unfolded in her chest, threatening to consume her completely. She’d always wanted kids, and having those kids with Brock had become part of the dream the longer they’d been together. But kids were supposed to be planned out. There were so many things to take care of, doctors to interview, plans to make.

Nowhere in there was she supposed to get knocked up accidentally.

“Okay.” She took the test from him and walked to the bathroom. When she started to close the door, he was there. “No way.”

“I’m being supportive.”

“Go be supportive in the living room. I don’t need the added stress of you watching me pee.”

He grinned, the expression doing more to steady her than anything else. “I love you.”

Would she ever be able to hear him say those words without her heart speeding up? Regan hoped not. She loved that he affected her so deeply. The hope in her chest got stronger. “I love you, too.”

Then she closed the door in his face.

It didn’t take long to take the test, though peeing on a stick required a hell of a lot more coordination that she would have guessed. She recapped it, washed her hands, and opened the door.

Brock hadn’t moved an inch. “Three minutes?”

“A man reading the instructions? Look at you, making history.” She went into his arms and rested her forehead on his chest. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be.” He stroked her hair. “I hope it’s a little girl who looks like you and spends all our money on sparkly pink shoes.”

Her laugh caught in her throat. Had she really had doubts about how he’d react? He was Brock. He loved her, and he’d never once wavered since he moved up here. Of course he wouldn’t waver now. “You’re not mad?”

“Darlin’, it takes two to make a baby.”