“I’m sorry I ruined your date,” I mumbled into his chest. “My date?” He paused, then laughed, his whole body shaking. “That was my sister. Her timing apparently leaves a lot to be desired,” he said dryly. His sister? Oh. Ohhh. “She broke up with her boyfriend a couple of weeks ago and needed a break so she’s staying with me. I’m surprised you haven’t seen her.” I swallowed. “I’ve been avoiding your apartment.” “Okay.” He slipped his hands up my body and cupped my face. “I assume you haven’t eaten if you got takeout?” I shook my head. “Okay. Then let’s eat before we talk.” He released me and got to pulling all the cartons out of the bag. “Are you hungry?” “I have no idea.” I sat back down on the stool. “All I know is that you smell like coffee and it makes me want to throw up.” He peered over at me, quirking one eyebrow. “Coffee makes you sick?” “I threw mine out and ordered one hundred and twenty hot chocolate pods for my machine.” “Why did you order one hundred and twenty?” “It seemed like a good idea at the time.” I sighed, echoing my thoughts from earlier. “And they only came in packs of thirty.” “You could have stopped at sixty. Or ninety.” “I know, but there was an offer. Look, I don’t have to explain my pregnant pre-nap purchases, okay?” PRE-ORDER → Amazon US → https://amzn.to/38MlSGV Amazon UK → https://amzn.to/37zPqYd Apple Books → https://emmahart.pub/tgndapple Nook → https://emmahart.pub/tgndnook Kobo → https://emmahart.pub/tgndkobo

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