“That’s what I thought.” But hearing him say it helps ease that niggling worry. “I feel the same. I just wish we knew so I could start shopping!”

“I’ll tell ya one thing, if it is a girl, she’s already got the modesty thing down.” He chuckles. “This baby either really enjoys fucking with us already or has a natural inclination to keeping its legs closed.”

“See…” I taunt. “Definitely a girl. There isn’t a male alive that doesn’t like flaunting his peeper.”

My husband bobs his head just slightly, reluctantly agreeing with that assessment. “Yeah…He’s definitely fucking with us.”

“You are so deep in denial.” I rub a hand over my bump, forgetting for a minute that we have somewhere to be. The Booze & Bad Decisions soft opening is in just a few hours. “I need to go finish my hair and makeup.” I slither a finger along his chest through the trails of sweat. “You should probably hop in the shower soon.” I grimace at the wetness, rubbing it between my thumb and pointer finger.

“What’s with the face? You were just looking at me like you wanted to lick every drop from my body.”

I cringe at the thought. “The moment has passed. Now you’re gross.” I poke my tongue out before spinning around and heading back to finish making myself presentable.

He’s hot on my heels. “You’re lucky we don’t have another couple of hours for you to start over on your hair and makeup, cuz I’d show you just how gross I am.”

I think back to the dirty things we did in that grotto last night and my pussy clenches. “I think I have a pretty good idea.” I wink at him through the bathroom mirror while watching him strip off his shorts and underwear.

He sends me a knowing smile when he catches me with my lip clenched between my teeth, my eyes mesmerized by him in all his naked glory.

“Don’t burn your hair, love.” Chuckling he steps into the shower while I quickly unclamp the iron from my locks.

I’m hopelessly besotted with this man. “Your sex appeal is becoming a hazard to my health, Mr. Livingston.”

His answering laughter dies out under the spray of the water.

Lyle and I decide to wear complimenting outfits, because there’s a strong likelihood at least some media will be allowed access to the event in order to start buzz circulating around the opening of the club in two weeks.

A lot of thought goes into ensuring we don’t clash but also don’t look like we’re intentionally twinning. I, for one, am quite impressed with the finished product.