Becca.
I set Dahlia next to Alessandro in the crib after she stopped fussing, then looked at James. “This is truly the most incredible surprise. I can’t believe you did this for me.”
“I’d do anything for you, Becca,” James said fiercely, wrapping me in his arms.
“Alright.” I licked my lips and stared at his. “Make love to me?”
James chuckled. “As if you’d ever need to ask.”
He was about to scoop me up in his arms, when his phone rang. Groaning, James motioned for me to follow him out of the room so the ringing didn’t wake the babies.
“Yes?” James asked in a clipped tone once the nursery door was closed.
Frantic Italian was spoken on the other end. Even if I understood Italian, it would have been indecipherable to me.
“He what?” James growled, which caused me to take a step back. “Of course, he would, that a**hole.”
‘What?’ I mouthed, but James just held up a finger.
