And still he had things to say to her. He put a hand on her belly, keeping them connected. “And still, after the moment is done, I would stay with you because the after with you is as sweet as the during, more meaningful than the before because we are one.”

She looked down, staring at that place where his hand rested possessively on her belly. “Because we are one.”

Tears rolled from her eyes, but it was all about feeling. She felt. He felt, and it was good.

“You can have the puppy,” a low voice said. “You can have all the puppies.”

Kai had his wife out of her suspension and wrapped around his body. He lifted her up and started out of the room, kissing her even as he headed for the privacy rooms. His hands moved over her, holding her close and making obvious his passion for her.

“Hey, what’s up with the poetry stuff? Is that like spoken word Cajun version?” Adam Miles asked.

Big Tag’s hand came out, smacking the back of his head. “Hush, Charlie liked it.”

Charlotte was draped over her husband’s lap, her head in the crook of his neck, and Big Tag was whispering something to her. Something that made her glow and cuddle close. Whatever he said made her kiss his jawline and say something back.

Serena frowned at Adam and shifted closer to Jake. “It was beautiful.”

Adam turned a nice shade of red. “Sorry. I didn’t get all the talky parts.”

Jake grinned and settled their wife firmly on his lap. “I love it when I’m the smart one. Remy, you know every dude in the company is coming to you now to write our Valentine’s cards.”

Damn. It was a good thing he was leaving soon.

“Get your own poet, ladies,” Lisa said. “This one is mine.”

He moved back reluctantly. He was hers. For now. He had to find a way to make that time count.

Chapter Seven

“What can I get for you?” She grinned at Remy as he settled onto the barstool three nights later.

Damn that man was fine. She wondered if she would ever get used to how hot he was. Maybe if they stayed together for many, many years she would, but that wasn’t going to happen. She feared she would go to her grave with him perfect in her brain.

Remy smiled, his lips curling into that half grin that made her a little breathless. “Get me a beer, ma crevette. How’s your evening going? Is Top treating you well?”