“Care for a swim?”
The Greek sun felt hot against Lacey’s bare skin, covered only by a white bikini. Hearing her husband’s voice, she took off her sunglasses to see John standing beside her, tanned, shirtless and breathtakingly sexy in shorts.
“Another swim?” she said, amused.
He gave a wicked grin. “What are honeymoons for?”
It was their third day on his private island. Behind them, the sprawling Drakos villa was a brilliant white, as was the terrace and sandy beach beyond the blue pool, with the wide vistas of blue Aegean and blue sky beyond. Everything white and blue.
“The baby will be awake soon,” John said. “We should take our chance while we can.” He looked at her in the bikini. “Or we could swim later…”
As her husband kissed her in the poolside lounge chair, sparks spiraled through her body. But she shivered with more than just desire. For days now, since before they’d even left New York, she’d been wondering if her suspicions could be true.
When he finally pulled back from the kiss, John searched her face. “What is it?”
He knew her too well. But Lacey wasn’t ready to share her suspicions aloud. Not yet. Leaping up from the lounge chair, she yelled, “Last one in’s a rotten egg!”
Not waiting for him to follow, she jumped into the infinity pool, with its view of the private beach and the wide blue Aegean beyond.
The cool water was a shock against her hot skin. She sank beneath the surface, all the way to the bottom. There was a splash, and as she resurfaced, gasping for air, John was suddenly beside her in the water.
“You can’t escape so easily,” he growled, pushing her back against the edge of the pool.
Reaching up, Lacey cupped his rough jawline. “Because I don’t want to.”
His dark eyes filled with emotion, and he kissed her palm tenderly. As their nearly naked bodies pressed together against the concrete edge, she felt the cool water moving against her body and the hot sun against her skin.
Moments later, he lifted her out of the pool, carrying her back to the villa, toward their waiting bedroom. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his muscular chest, she looked up at her husband’s handsome face.
The sun was so bright, it was almost blinding in the blue sky, reflected against the sea. Or maybe it was just the joy in her heart.
Lacey had thought she’d known happiness when John first told her he loved her. But now, just a few days into their honeymoon in Greece—a honeymoon she knew would last, no matter where they might go, for their rest of their lives—all she could think about was the question pounding in her heart.
Hours later, alone in the shining white marble bathroom, she had her answer.
What would her husband say when she told him? Almost giggling to herself, Lacey came out the sliding glass door of their villa onto the terrace by the pool. John had taken their baby daughter out to play on the beach a half hour before. The sun was starting to set over the sea.
She took a deep breath.
At her wedding reception, while openly crying with happiness, Lacey had said to her three bridesmaids, “You should tell your exes about their babies, too.”
“Absolutely not,” Hallie Hatfield had said, sounding horrified as she glanced at her tiny baby in her stroller.
“Never ever,” said Tess Foster stubbornly, cuddling her sleeping newborn.
“Hell to the no,” growled Lola Price, rubbing her pregnant belly.
Thinking back, Lacey shook her head with a sigh. It was clear her friends had to find their own path forward.
But Lacey’s path was clear. Smiling as she walked across the poolside terrace toward the beach, where her husband waited with their baby, Lacey glanced down at the diamond ring on her left hand.
Somehow, just when she’d given up hope, in the middle of a charity gala, the universe had given her everything she’d ever wanted. Not just the universe: John.
Her mother had been right, Lacey thought dreamily. Making others happy had made her happy, too. She’d found a loving partnership. A marriage. A husband who loved her, just as she was.
And their family was about to grow larger. Happy tears filled Lacey’s eyes as she looked up at the darkening twilight. She was going to have another baby.
From the beach, her husband, playing in the sand with their baby, waved at her happily. Feeling like her heart was bigger than the world, she hurried down to the sand. As soon as she reached him, John took her in his arms.
“What took you so long?” he said huskily.
“I have something to tell you.”
His dark eyes burned through her. “Now?”
“Later,” she whispered, reaching for him. With a low growl, her husband lowered his lips to hers. And as she kissed him back hungrily, with all the love in her heart, twilight fell softly, orange and red on the western horizon, leaving a ribbon of fire over the dark sea.
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