Chapters (43)
- Also by Jennifer L. Armentrout
- Title Page
- Imprint Page
- Contents
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Epigraph
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Epigraph
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Epigraph
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- 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.