Chapters (103)
- Also by Grace McGinty
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- NOVA
- Chapter Two
- NOVA
- Chapter Three
- RIVER
- Chapter Four
- NOVA
- Chapter Five
- DEVAN
- Chapter Six
- NOVA
- Chapter Seven
- RIGBY
- Chapter Eight
- NOVA
- Chapter Nine
- RIVER
- Chapter Ten
- NOVA
- Chapter Eleven
- DEVAN
- Chapter Twelve
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirteen
- RIGBY
- Chapter Fourteen
- NOVA
- Chapter Fifteen
- RIVER
- Chapter Sixteen
- NOVA
- Chapter Seventeen
- DEVAN
- Chapter Eighteen
- NOVA
- Chapter Nineteen
- RIGBY
- Chapter Twenty
- RIVER
- Chapter Twenty-One
- NOVA
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- DEVAN
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- NOVA
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- DEVAN
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- NOVA
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- RIGBY
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- NOVA
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- RIGBY
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- RIVER
- Chapter Thirty
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirty-One
- RIVER
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- DEVAN
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- RIGBY
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- RIVER
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- DEVAN
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- NOVA
- Chapter Forty
- RIGBY
- Chapter Forty-One
- NOVA
- Chapter Forty-Two
- RIVER
- Chapter Forty-Three
- NOVA
- Chapter Forty-Four
- DEVAN
- Chapter Forty-Five
- NOVA
- Chapter Forty-Six
- RIVER
- Epilogue
- NOVA
- EIGHT MONTHS LATER
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Full Page Image
- Eight Seconds To Fly
- PROLOGUE
- THREE YEARS LATER
Nova’s eyes bounced between us, her eyes sparkling. “That was obvious from the intense nipple twisty. No one tweaks nipples in a real fight.”
Her gaze dipped down to my nipples, and I realized I was still shirtless. Deciding it was probably best to desensitize her to it now—because who wanted to wear a shirt all the time?—I just shrugged. “Been in many fights?”
“Not lately,” she quipped back. Her eyes were laughing at me, even if she was clearly trying to keep a straight face. My nipple throbbed like a bitch, and I resisted the urge to rub it. “Have you?”
I winked at her. “Only on the ice.”
Dev made a grumpy noise. “How about you clowns go out and get the bags? And put a shirt on.”
I gave him the finger. “In a minute. I want to show Nova her room.”
River rolled his eyes at me. “He’s basically been watching the Lifestyle channel for a week to get it right. We could’ve just hired an interior designer but…”
I waved him away, moving around the recliner to Nova. I gave her a hug, wrapping her gently in my arms, the baby between us. “I’m glad you’re here. Come on, let me show you your room and the nursery.”
Dev grunted something not very nice, before telling her, “Don’t mind Rigby—he’s a hugger.”
Normally, I’d snark something back and then force him to hug me, but I didn’t have time. Both of the guys pretended not to like it, but when I hugged them, I felt their bodies relax. They just weren’t used to it—another byproduct of their upbringing.
“Touch is one of the cornerstones of human development and happiness, Dev. Hugging makes you happy. You should try it.” I gave him a haughty look and held my hands out for Huey. “May I? There’s a whole bunch of stairs between here and there.” Not that I thought she’d drop him.
Nova handed me Huey with only a little hesitation, and I held him in my hands and pulled a goofy face at him, making him smile. Or maybe he was pooping. I didn’t know enough about babies to decipher.
She eyed me up again, her eyes lingering on my abs, and I swallowed down my grin. Looking over at the guys, I saw they were both glaring at me. I rolled my eyes at them and moved toward the stairs.