The Virgin Cowboy Billionaire's Secret Baby

Author:Lauren Gallagher
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: old flame;pregnancy;best friends;friends to lovers;second chance
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2015-10-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Dara had been so focused on getting caught up with her job, she hadn’t had time to do much unpacking. Matt figured that must’ve been driving her insane, so he offered to come by for another day of helping her settle in. It took some arm-twisting to convince her to take a day off, but after she’d apparently had to go through six boxes to find one measuring cup, she took him up on it.

Her nausea hadn’t been so bad recently, so he came by around ten, and between the two of them, Matt and Dara finally finished unpacking her kitchen and dining room by one in the afternoon. By three, they were almost done with her entertainment center.

“I am so glad to have the Xbox out,” she said as she stacked her games beside the TV. “My PC games are just not cutting it these days.”

He laughed, unwrapping another wireless controller. “Nothing quite like a good shoot ’em up, right?”

“With all these hormones and this fucking divorce going on?” She glanced at him. “You’d better believe it.”

“I can imagine. I think that was the only thing that kept me sane the last few years.”

“Really? You had time for that?”

“When I couldn’t sleep.” He pulled another controller out of the box and started unwrapping it. “Shooting the shit out of a bunch of trash-talking assholes on a TV screen was better than staring at the ceiling all night.”

“Amen to that.” She tossed an empty box onto the growing mountain. “Okay, I think that’s as good as it’s going to get today.” She stood, rubbing her lower back gingerly. “Coffee?”

“I can always go for coffee. Is your back all right?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t tell my grandma my posture hasn’t been great today.”

He set a box aside and pushed himself to his feet. “My silence depends on the quality of the coffee.”

Dara arched an eyebrow. “I can put something in your coffee to keep you—”

“Okay, okay, you win!” He showed his palms. “Don’t poison me.”

They both laughed, and he followed her into the kitchen. After she’d poured—and not poisoned—some coffee, they moved back into the living room and knocked some boxes off the couch so they could sit. They sat on opposite ends, Dara’s feet tucked up under her, Matt twisted toward her with his knee on the cushion between them. She balanced a coffee cup on her leg.

“Well,” he said, looking around the room, “it’s starting to look a bit more settled.”

Dara nodded. “Almost seems pointless to put this much work into unpacking and settling in when I’m just going to move out again.”

“How long do you think you’ll stay here?”

“Don’t know yet. I would like to get a place of my own before the baby comes, but…” She sighed, eyes unfocused as she wrapped both hands around her coffee cup. “A lot of that depends on how long Jon drags out the divorce.”

“Why the hell is he dragging it out? He’s the one who wanted it in the first place, right?”

“Yep.

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