That Look

Cool it hormones. Pregnancy had her emotions on overdrive, including—a recent development—her libido.

What was he still doing here? She turned and her eye caught his belt, it lay on the far end of the couch with his suit jacket socks and watch. He’d gotten comfortable, which meant he’d had no intention of going anywhere after he’d tucked her into bed. The alcohol made sure of it. But, he just lived a short elevator ride down, surely he would have been able to make it?

“What are you doing here Rafe?”

He raised—no, he pulled up one arm, judging by how heavy it looked as he raised it—and pointed to the ceiling, with one finger, his hand bobbing as his wrist struggled to hold it up.

 “Carrie moved in,” he said with a slight slur.

She sighed, exasperated, “Yes, I know. She’s in the spare bedroom.”

Talia didn’t like dealing with drunks, no matte