Page 95 of Her Filthy Grump

“Yes, I do.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “And the ex?”

“She’s pregnant, but it’s not his. And she’s getting married to another guy. She wanted to invite him to the wedding.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Right?” I shake my head and shrug.

She sighs dramatically and drops her arms to her sides. “I suppose this means you’re not moving in with me.”

“Moving in with you?” Kameron steps out of the bedroom while fastening his jeans.

Harbor’s eyes rake over him. “I can see how this pretty face got you all hot and bothered, but sex isn’t enough.”

“Lots of sex is.” He smirks.

“Don’t be a jackass.” She marches forward until she reaches him and presses her index finger into his chest. “What’re your plans for Layla?”

“Marriage and a baby for starters. Maybe more than one.”

She presses her lips together. “All good answers. Where’s the ring?”

“Here.” I smile and wave my hand in front of her face.

“Oh, my Gawd. He asked you to marry him.”

“Yes.”

“Before he knew about the baby?” Her eyes and mouth open, and she slaps her hand over her mouth. “Shit,” she exclaims around her fingers. “Forget I said that.”

“It’s fine.” I giggle at her expression. “He didn’t ask before he knew about the baby, but he brought the ring back from Kansas City, so that counts. And he doesn’t think I trapped him into a relationship.”

“You were worried about that?” He rakes a hand through his hair.

“Maybe a little.” I shrug. “Consider it pregnancy hormones.”

His eyes rake over me, sending a shiver along my spine. Lord, he’s too much to take. “We’ll discuss this more later.”

“Yes, sir.” I shiver and return my attention to Harbor. “And he’s permanently moving to Meadow Bay.”

“Well. I guess that’s something. I’m not losing you to Missouri.” Her shoulders slump. “But I was so excited about spoiling our baby girl.”

“Boy.” Kameron ambles across the room and lays his arm over my shoulders. “I fucked her six ways to Sunday to put extra Y chromosomes in there.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” I elbow him in the side.

“Too bad. I was trying.” He kisses my lips and whispers, “You know I’m teasing, right?”

“Yep.”

“I don’t care either way whether we have a boy or a girl. There’s always next time.”

“Oh, you two are too cute.” Harbor runs across the room and embraces us. “I’m going to be a bridesmaid and a BFF auntie. I can’t wait.”

Chapter Sixty-Two

Kameron