His head came down and he put his mouth to hers. “I’m gonna fuck you in the sand under the stars.”
Both her hands curled around his neck, her fingers going into his hair and she whispered, “Colt.”
“You gonna marry me, baby?”
She tipped her head so their foreheads were pressed together and she rubbed her nose along the side of his before she said, “Yeah.”
His eyes dropped to her mouth and he muttered, “Good.”
Before he could kiss her, she pulled her head away.
“Can I say something?” she asked.
“After I kiss you.”
“No, before.”
“What?”
“I just have one question to ask.”
“The answer is yes.”
Her lips tipped up, her face got that soft look yet again and Colt’s hand tightened automatically in her hair as his arm at her waist gave her a squeeze.
“That’s good,” she whispered.
“What’s good?” he asked.
“That the answer is yes. ‘Cause, see, I still wanna name our son Jack or, if it’s a girl, our daughter Jacqueline.”
Colt’s body turned to stone, his mind blanked, his stomach dropped but his mouth moved to form one, quiet word. “What?”
“If the baby I’m carrying is a boy, I want to name him –”
Feb didn’t get to finish because before she could Colt yanked her even closer, took her mouth with his and he kissed her.
The phone rang and Stavros Costa rushed to it.
“Costa’s,” he answered.
“Stavros, it’s Colt.”
Stavros looked down at his reservation book then up at the clock then he rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming.
“You’re cancelling,” Stavros said into the phone. “Again,” he finished.
“We’re on our way.”
“It’s nine o’clock, you’re two hours late.”
“Coupla things came up.”
“I gave your table away, Colt, an hour ago.”
“Got another one?”
“Colt –”
Stavros heard Colt cut in. “February’s wearin’ my ring and carryin’ my baby, Stavros.” Stavros sucked in breath at this long awaited, very welcome, unbelievably happy news and Colt finished. “Now, you got a table or what?”
Stavros grinned into the phone. “Don’t got one, I’ll build one.”
He put down the phone on Alexander Colton’s laughter.