“Where are you taking me?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Because I was kinda looking forward to ordering in room service and watching trash TV.”
“You can do that later.”
“Will there be dinner?”
“Absolutely.”
“Okay, I’ll go change.”
After putting on a new button-down shirt, I waited for Drea to appear. When she came out, she wore a sexy low-cut silk dress that hugged her curves and bump. “You look positively edible.”
She wagged a finger at me. “No eating me until I eat.”
“Deal,” I chuckled.
When we got into the SUV, Drea grimaced. “Are you okay?”
She huffed out a breath while cupping her bump. “I think we should sign this kid up for soccer at birth.”
I reached over to feel her stomach. I laughed as a tiny foot slammed against my palm. “Oh yeah, he’s going to be a football star.”
Drea cocked her brows at me. “Since we’re in America, you can call it soccer, not football."
“Are you kidding? No self-respecting Sicilian would ever.”
When we turned onto the street our destination was on, I said, “Close your eyes.”
“Seriously?”
“As a fucking heart attack.”
Sighing, she pinched her eyes shut. Just when she thought about cracking one eye open, I said, “No peeking.”
She grumbled, “Okay, okay.”
A few moments of silence passed before Drea said, “You know how they say your senses get heightened when you don’t have one?”
“Yeah. What about it?”
“It’s so true. Like I just heard the creak of the SUV door opening. The sounds of cars rushing by.” Jerking her chin at the front seat, she replied, “The rumble of Guilo's stomach up front.
“Do you need a protein bar?” she asked him.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Neretti?”
“Your stomach growled.”
He chuckled. “I can’t believe you heard that.”
“Me either,” I mused.