The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(139)

Asher looked up at me, his brow crinkling. “Remy, your uncle loves you.”

I laughed and rolled my eyes, even as my chest tightened with the idea. “Only because I’m blood. He has to.”

But my fiancé shook his head. “No, he doesn’t. Just last week, he asked me for two hundred Non-Castrato fliers to pass out to customers at the restaurant. And I’ve heard him brag you up to others more than once.”

I swallowed a huge lump in my throat. “Really?” Okay, maybe I wasn’t so abhorrent to my uncle. Wow.

“Really.” Asher kissed my forehead. “No one has to love you, family or otherwise. We all just do...because, well, we can’t help it. You’re amazing.”

“Look at you, being all sweet,” I murmured, trying to make light of his words even though they affected me deeply. I touched my mouth to his. “You must really want to get laid tonight.”

“Why, yes. Yes, I do, even though every word I speak is the truth. You’re impossible not to love, Remy Elisa Curran, almost Hart.”

“As are you, Ashley Jean Hart.”

He gasped. “Oh, you smartass. You just couldn’t resist, could you?”

“No.” I giggled, and he kissed me again.

When the cab stopped next to our hotel, we were breathing hard as we pulled apart. I was about to tell him, skip the friends for a few minutes, we could have a quickie in our room first, but after he paid our fare, he took my hand and dragged me inside, looking up Pick’s hotel room number on his phone as he went.

“It’s room 312,” I told him as he scowled and scrolled through his messages.

Asher glanced up. “Are you sure?”

I only nodded and smiled.

Shaking his head, he cupped the nape of my neck. “See, this is why I’m marrying you. I’d be a lost mess without my organized Remy.”

After another soft kiss, he groaned and pulled away. “Okay, friends first.”

Remarkably, we made it to room 312 with all our clothes still on. After Asher knocked, he kissed me again. He was always frisky after a show; the rush of performing was as much an adrenaline boost to him as it was to me. And I loved it.

The door came open. “It’s about time. How many freaking quickies did you two have on the way over?” We broke apart to find Eva arching her eyebrow at us as she rubbed her very pregnant belly. “If you two aren’t careful, you’re going to end up like this.”

Asher only chuckled as he pulled her in for a hug. “What? Aren’t you ready to be an aunt?”

“Probably more ready than you are, honey.” She slapped a kiss to his cheek and pulled away. “Now get in here. You’re missing all the fun.”

“Asher and Remy are here! Yay!” Aspen cried as soon as we stepped into the room. She sat on the floor with a half-empty glass in hand as she leaned against Noel. Clearly drunk, she lifted her cup to us before she tipped her head back and drained it.

Reese and Caroline popped to their feet as they hurried forward to embrace us with a round of hugs. The rest of the guys waved, while both Zoey and Quinn and Felicity and Knox remained curled together in their seats, looking too cozy to get up and greet us. Felicity’s arms were full with her little bundle of joy, anyway. Mason murmured something to Pick, making Pick laugh, and Ten sat in the middle of the floor with a flushed face and...what the hell? Were those tears in his eyes?

An also very pregnant Reese hugged me and then Asher, telling us how much she’d loved the show. Then Caroline was butting in to grab my hand and check out my engagement ring because she hadn’t gotten to see it yet.

“I’m so happy for you guys.” Wrapping one arm around my neck and another around Asher’s, she hugged us in to her.

“Thanks, beautiful.” Asher kissed her cheek before furrowing his brow and hitching his chin toward Ten. “What’s up with your husband?”

“Oh, don’t mind him.” Caroline waved an unconcerned hand toward Ten. “He’s only a little shell-shocked. Just found out he’s going to be a daddy.”

“?Oh, Dios mío!” I screeched, jumping up and down. “You’re pregnant? Omigod, congratulations!” I yanked her into another hug and we laughed together as we jumped in a circle.

“Isn’t it great?” Reese asked, rubbing her own belly. “Our group’s just turning into a regular ol’ baby-making factory.”

Asher hooked an arm around my waist and pressed his mouth to my ear. “And I have this sneaking suspicion we’re not going to be very far behind them.”

I glanced at him, but he didn’t seem appalled by the idea. Instead, he wiggled his brows and smiled as if asking, You want to?

Holy shit, I couldn’t believe this. Asher was ready to have babies...with me?

We were already grandparents. A couple months after Asher and I had bought a house with a large, fenced-in backyard where Mozart could play to his heart’s content, we’d gone to the pet store and gotten him a companion, one they’d assured us was another male. But only months later, Mozart swelled up before popping out three little babies.

Guess I hadn’t been the only one posing as a dude, after all.

I had no idea how Asher and I would work a human baby into our lives, being on the road so much, singing and playing for Non-Castrato. But I wasn’t worried. With a man like Asher Hart by my side, I didn’t fear the next day. I only looked forward to the promise of tomorrow.