Are you okay?” She looked up, her eyes glistening. “I just. . . I. . .”“Hey.” He stood up and rounded the picnic table, sitting next to her on the bench. He wrapped disarm around her, the feeling of her, so warm and female and way too tempting, sending a shock of pleasure through him. “Hey, don’t. . . Don’t do that.”“I’m pregnant. It’s a pregnant thing,” she said.“I’ve never seen you do it.”“I don’t often.”“I can tell.

— Maisey Yates

But she didn’t pull away from him. If anything, she seemed to sort of melt against him. It was the first time she’d willingly accepted something from him without getting stiff and defensive and generally annoyed

— Maisey Yates

Heartbreak was the worst. It was worse than a cord wrapped around the wheel on you computer chair.

— Maisey Yates

He flexed his fingers and fought the urge to put his hand on her stomach. It was a possessive gesture, and he felt a little bit possessive

— Maisey Yates

He found himself fighting the urge to reach out and take her chin between his thumb and forefinger. To tilt her head so that she had to look at him. So that her lips were so close to his a slight movement would—

— Maisey Yates

He relaxed his hands, lifted one and tucked a strand of wispy blonde hair behind her ear. She didn’tmove; she only looked at him. He wondered if she felt it too.

— Maisey Yates

Hi.” He turned and saw Kelsey standing in the door of the kitchen, looking. . . Well, she was glowing. That pregnant woman glow, maybe? Or just the sun hitting her face at the right time. Either way, she looked hot, and he noticed

— Maisey Yates

Kelsey breathed in deeply. “He asked me to stay.”“Here?”“Yes.”“For how long?”“Until. . . Until I want to leave, I guess. But he doesn’t want me to go yet, and. . . I’m thinking of accepting the offer.”“Now he sounds like he’s proposing marriage

— Maisey Yates

Kelsey laughed, and the sound moved through him, made the hairs on his arms stand up, made his heart beat faster

— Maisey Yates

She swallowed, her eyes dropping to his lips. And he knew she felt it too.

— Maisey Yates