“Oh my God,” she said, sniffling. “Poor Jenny, to be so worried. She sure hid it well. And Alex… That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Apparently, it went over well with her, too.”

“Of course it did. It was so thoughtful and romantic.”

“Two things Alex was never known for until she came along.”

“With the right inspiration, any guy can find his A game.”

“Is that right?”

“Uh-huh.”

He pressed his erection against her hip. “My A game is back.”

She dissolved into laughter. “Your A game is going to need to feed me before round three.” Her laughter died on her lips all of a sudden.

“What?” he asked.

“I just realized they’re taking care of Ethan on their wedding night!”

“They don’t mind. Alex said they’ll have plenty of time to celebrate after he goes to bed, and I made him promise they won’t traumatize him for life—and trust me, they’re capable.”

“Thank you for thinking of that,” she said with a giggle that warmed his heart. He loved to hear her laugh. “So, about dinner…”

“You want to go out or order in?”

“Is ordering in an option?”

“Let me check.” He reached for his phone and did a search for delivery places in Yarmouth. “We’re in luck. There’s a pizza place that delivers. But I can do better if you want to go out.”

“That would require showering and blow-drying and makeup and getting out of bed.” Her belly let out a loud growl that made them both laugh. “And pizza sounds great.”

“What do you like on it?”

“Veggie?”

“Got it.” He called in the order for a large half-veggie, half-meat-lover and once again stashed his phone on the bedside table.

“Meat-lover, huh?”

“Oh yeah.” He beat his chest dramatically. “Me man. Me need meat. Lots of meat so I have lots of stamina for my woman.”

“Easy, Tarzan. You might hurt yourself.”

He glanced a fingertip over the bruise on her face. “Speaking of hurting, you’re sure this doesn’t hurt?”

“Positive.”

His phone chimed with a text from Alex. Nothing yet from the hospital. They gave her something to help her sleep. They’ll call tomorrow with more.

Okay, thanks for checking.

No prob.

Paul showed Hope the texts so she’d be up to speed, too.

“I’m glad she’s getting some rest,” she said. “She’s got to be worn out from the stress of the day.”

“You keep saying you’re fine and that your face doesn’t hurt, but I can’t stop thinking about her hitting you.” He sighed deeply. “I’m so sorry that happened. I wish you could’ve known her before. You’d never believe she’s the same person.”