Nauti 3 - Nauti Dreams by Lora Leigh

Author:Lora Leigh
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-07-16T09:58:00+00:00

EPILOGUE

Enter At Your Own Risk

No Knocking

No Visitors

GO AWAY

The sign blocked the entrance to the Nauti Dreams for two weeks. It had gone up a week

after Dayle Mackay’s arrest, and Chaya and Natches stayed secluded.

Rowdy and Dawg shook their heads as they passed by and heard the male laugher, the

feminine giggling, from inside. They swore Natches and Chaya were going to starve

before they came out, but they both had to admit, the sound of Natches’s laughter from

inside that houseboat lightened their hearts.

Finally, the sign came down though. As October turned into November, and the chill

wind turned icy on the lake, Natches stepped from the Dreams.

Dressed in jeans, zipped only, no shirt, and socked feet, he inhaled the scent of winter

coming and wrapped his arms around the real dream in his life as she stood in front of

him, bundled in a quilt, drowsy and sated from the early morning loving they had shared.

Excited by the knowledge they carried.

Natches had slipped from the boat the night before and made a trip to the pharmacy. This

morning Chaya had taken the pregnancy test he had brought home, and it was positive.

She was having his child.

“You’re going to teach him to play baseball then?” she asked, a smile teasing her lips as

he kissed the curve of her neck.

“Of course,” he drawled. A silky, rich, lazy sound that she already loved. “And if we

have a daughter, I swear, Chay, I’m locking her up till she’s fifty.”

“If you lock her up, she won’t be able to find a Harley-riding hellion to steal her heart,”

she teased, laughing.

“My point exactly, sweetheart. My point exactly.”

Before Chaya could reply, Dawg stepped out of the Nauti Nights, pushed his fingers

through his mussed hair, and threw them both an irritated look.

“Take your mushy crap back behind closed doors,” he grumbled, the scowl on his face

boding ill for daring to get in his way.

Chaya watched him in surprise as Natches arched a brow.

“Problems, Dawg?” he asked.

Dawg grunted. “I’m calling her brother; maybe he can force that hardheaded little minx

to listen to reason. She sure as hell isn’t listening to me.”

“About what?” Chaya asked him.

“She needs to go to the damned doctor,” he snarled. “Three weeks now and she’s sick

more often than not. She’s tired all the damned time, and she refuses to go to the doctor.

Just looks at me like she wants to rip my head off or something.”

Worry strained the thin, tight-lipped expression on his face.

Chaya grinned and he glared at her. “She’s sick.”

“It’s normal.” She rolled her eyes at his look.

The thought of it still cracked her up. Crista Mackay had been complaining of her ailment

the night she, Kelly, and Maria Mackay had been at the boat.

“The hell it is. She never gets sick.”

“She does if she’s pregnant.”

Natches tensed, but Dawg froze. He stared back at her, his lips parting, then closing a

second before she swore he almost stumbled as he stood still staring at her.

“She’s what?”

Chaya frowned. “I thought she knew. With the morning sickness—she said it wasn’t fair

you weren’t sick, too.” She had known, hadn’t she? Chaya asked herself.

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