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The closet had been made for a person with few worldly possessions, aka a nun. And though I was now living in the aforementioned convent, I was not a nun. Not by a long shot. Proof resided in the ever-expanding girth of my midsection. His signature heat drifted toward me, blisteringly hot, a by-product of his being forged in the fires of hell, and I turned back to him.

His hair, thick and unruly and in dire need of a trim, curled over his collar and around his ears. He still wore the button-down from last night. The cuffs of the shirt had been rolled up to his elbows, showing his sinuous forearms. Beneath them, a rock-hard waist tapered down to lean hips that rested comfortably against the doorjamb.

He let me absorb every inch of him, knowing it gave me a thrill. After taking in his form, my attentions unhurried, languid, I slowly returned to his face. His deep brown eyes sparkled beneath dark lashes that were spiked with the remnants of sleep.

As though he had no idea how sexy that was. Sexy as fuck. I could hardly complain, but I was beginning to worry about him. Why did I get this closet?

Wait, you can do that? Her sobbing was taxing, probably because she was a tax attorney, and yet I heard her only when the door was open. I opened it, and we were met with loud wailing. After a moment, I closed the door again. I let go of the door and straightened. He pushed off the doorjamb and waited to wrap me in his arms. Apparently, Beep lived in a different time zone than I did. We now have a semi- solid plan in place to blow this Popsicle stand once Beep is born that could actually work, if the planets align just so.

This is not your fault. My father had died a few days before we sought refuge at the convent, and I was still searching for his killer. He felt guilty that his father would do anything in his power to kill us. To kill Beep, actually. She was the one prophesied to destroy him.

If we had a lawn. If this were a house and not a converted convent. And now once again, for all intents and purposes, he was incarcerated.

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We both were. Still, one foot across that invisible line, the one that marked the sacred, blessed ground from the rest of the area, and that foot would be gone. Along with part of a leg. They came back angrier than ever. Their snarls every time I stepped too close to the border were proof of that.

They wanted a piece of me, but it was hard to blame them. I did have a killer ass.

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Or, well, I used to. I walked back to the mirror and held up the dress, the one that had to be let out due to the fact that my ass had grown in sync with my belly. Reyes stayed close behind, his hand warm at the small of my back, his heat seeping in and easing the ache there. He was very therapeutic, especially now that the nights were getting cooler. It did match my eyes quite nicely, which were the color of the amber in which the mosquito was preserved in Jurassic Park, but it also made me look a little deader than I liked.

I keep thinking they need help to cross, but they just stare straight ahead, their expressions completely blank. He was clearly the Magic Man Heart had sung about.

On bad days—the days there was just no settling Beep—it rivaled an orgasm. Nothing rivaled an orgasm. But it came damned close. Your light is so bright, it fills every corner of the house.

There were others who could see it.

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And Pari, one of my best friends. And Angel, my departed thirteen-year-old sidekick and lead investigator. I blinked, realizing all the people who would have known that my brightness levels needed adjusting. My cheeks. My chest. His gaze dropped to Danger and Will Robinson, aka my breasts. His gaze did that often, unruly thing that it was. Danger and Will loved the attention. A tingle of desire sparked to life, causing a warmth to pool in my abdomen. The dark need in his eyes. The severity of his drawn brows.

The sensuality of his parted mouth. My girl parts tightened when he dipped his hand into my shirt. His thumb grazed over a hardened nipple, and a jolt of pleasure shot straight to my core.

I almost groaned aloud at the interruption. He covered my mouth with his, his tongue hot as it dived inside me, as he melted my knees and stole my breath. Then, a microsecond before Cookie walked in, he pushed off me with a wink and strolled to look out the window.

Still weak from his kiss, I almost stumbled forward. It took me a sec, but I finally tore my gaze off my husband. His signature heat drifted toward me, blisteringly hot, a by-product of his being forged in the fires of hell, and I turned back to him. His hair, thick and unruly and in dire need of a trim, curled over his collar and around his ears.

He still wore the button-down from last night. The cuffs of the shirt had been rolled up to his elbows, showing his sinuous forearms. Beneath them, a rock-hard waist tapered down to lean hips that rested comfortably against the doorjamb. He let me absorb every inch of him, knowing it gave me a thrill.

After taking in his form, my attentions unhurried, languid, I slowly returned to his face. His deep brown eyes sparkled beneath dark lashes that were spiked with the remnants of sleep. As though he had no idea how sexy that was. Sexy as fuck. I could hardly complain, but I was beginning to worry about him. Why did I get this closet? Wait, you can do that? Her sobbing was taxing, probably because she was a tax attorney, and yet I heard her only when the door was open.

I opened it, and we were met with loud wailing. After a moment, I closed the door again.

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I let go of the door and straightened. He pushed off the doorjamb and waited to wrap me in his arms. Apparently, Beep lived in a different time zone than I did.

We now have a semi- solid plan in place to blow this Popsicle stand once Beep is born that could actually work, if the planets align just so. This is not your fault. My father had died a few days before we sought refuge at the convent, and I was still searching for his killer. He felt guilty that his father would do anything in his power to kill us. To kill Beep, actually. She was the one prophesied to destroy him. If we had a lawn. If this were a house and not a converted convent.

And now once again, for all intents and purposes, he was incarcerated. We both were. Still, one foot across that invisible line, the one that marked the sacred, blessed ground from the rest of the area, and that foot would be gone. Along with part of a leg. They came back angrier than ever. Their snarls every time I stepped too close to the border were proof of that. They wanted a piece of me, but it was hard to blame them.

I did have a killer ass. Or, well, I used to.

I walked back to the mirror and held up the dress, the one that had to be let out due to the fact that my ass had grown in sync with my belly. Reyes stayed close behind, his hand warm at the small of my back, his heat seeping in and easing the ache there. He was very therapeutic, especially now that the nights were getting cooler. It did match my eyes quite nicely, which were the color of the amber in which the mosquito was preserved in Jurassic Park, but it also made me look a little deader than I liked.

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I keep thinking they need help to cross, but they just stare straight ahead, their expressions completely blank. He was clearly the Magic Man Heart had sung about. On bad days—the days there was just no settling Beep—it rivaled an orgasm. Nothing rivaled an orgasm.

But it came damned close. Your light is so bright, it fills every corner of the house. There were others who could see it. And Pari, one of my best friends. And Angel, my departed thirteen-year-old sidekick and lead investigator. I blinked, realizing all the people who would have known that my brightness levels needed adjusting.

My cheeks. My chest.

His gaze dropped to Danger and Will Robinson, aka my breasts. His gaze did that often, unruly thing that it was. Danger and Will loved the attention. A tingle of desire sparked to life, causing a warmth to pool in my abdomen. The dark need in his eyes. The severity of his drawn brows. The sensuality of his parted mouth. My girl parts tightened when he dipped his hand into my shirt.

His thumb grazed over a hardened nipple, and a jolt of pleasure shot straight to my core. I almost groaned aloud at the interruption. He covered my mouth with his, his tongue hot as it dived inside me, as he melted my knees and stole my breath. Then, a microsecond before Cookie walked in, he pushed off me with a wink and strolled to look out the window. Still weak from his kiss, I almost stumbled forward. It took me a sec, but I finally tore my gaze off my husband.

Her mismatched clothes were rumpled and a purple scarf dangled off one shoulder, perilously close to falling to the floor. She had the beauty and confidence of an eccentric, wardrobe-challenged countess.

Today she looked more like a frazzled scullery maid. I fought a grin and chastised her for her tardiness.