Page 99 of A Vicious Proposal

I pause, turning to look at Reese. “Depends. Is it the sort of ‘funny’ that really means I’ll be pissed off after you tell me?”

I’ve lived with this woman long enough to know her tells.

“Stop.” She pats me lightly on the chest before stealing a kiss from Cohen. “I’m serious. I think your dairy allergy is rubbing off on me.”

Surely, she knows a food allergy isn’t contagious.

“As soon as I smell Cohen’s milk, I feel nauseous. This morning, I even vomited.”

Flutters swirl in my stomach—a lightness I’ve never felt before. Is this what fucking happiness feels like? “I don’t think that’s an allergy, Flower.”

She grins. “No, I’m pretty sure society calls it morning sickness. Congratulations, Mr. Cain. Today, you’ve become a father of two.”