Back Fire In You
Chapters (43)
  1. Also by Jennifer L. Armentrout
  2. Title Page
  3. Imprint Page
  4. Contents
  5. Epigraph
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Epigraph
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Epigraph
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Epigraph
  41. Chapter 33
  42. Chapter 34
  43. Epigraph

Giggling, Teresa raised her arms and shook them before waddling over to where I was standing. “Thank you.” She stood on my left side and placed her hand on my arm. “Seriously. I know nothing is official yet, but thank you for wanting to help us and trying to make this possible. Dancing has been such a large part of our lives, that to be able to seriously get involved in it again is nothing short of making a dream come true for us.”

“No problem.” Blushing a little, I glanced over to where Avery was smiling at us. “So what do you guys think about possible timing if this pans out?”

“The timing is perfect if we’re looking at the spring before anything starts to get moving,” Avery said, looking toward Teresa. “You’re due by the end of December—”

“Thank God,” Teresa muttered.

“By the time classes would be ready, we’d probably be looking at mid-summer, right?”

Teresa nodded. “Right.”

There was a sudden burst of male laughter followed by the sound of something fleshy hitting what sounded like a mat.

Teresa glanced at the double doors with a slight frown. “I really hope Brock isn’t showing them moves.”

“God, I hope not, because I’m really hungry and don’t want to spend the evening in the emergency room,” Avery agreed.

I laughed. “If he is, he’ll be gentle with them.” Kind of, I added silently.

The look on Avery’s face said she knew better. “Maybe we should go find them.”

“Not necessary,” a male voice announced from the door, and I twisted at the waist. Jase was striding through the doors, his gaze fixed on his wife. “I know you guys were bereft without us, but we’re back.”

Teresa snorted. “I don’t think bereft is the right word.”

A second later Cam and Brock entered, and I bet Avery was relieved to see Cam appearing to be in one piece and not limping. He immediately joined the redhead, draping his arms over her narrow shoulders. Speaking too low for me to hear, I guessed by the sudden pink tint to Avery’s cheeks that whatever Cam had said to her was something she was glad I didn’t overhear.

Jase walked up behind his wife, and looped his arms around her, his hands resting on her extended stomach. “Everything good?” he asked, kissing her cheek.