Future

Lilly

I rushed out of there like the devil was at my heel.

Rick trailed behind me. “I don’t know how I’ll survive seeing him every day,” I whispered as I glanced over my shoulder.

Chance’s intense gaze remained on me, the heat of it burning through me with promises of passionate nights, rustle of the sheets and filthy words against my skin.

I shook my head, hoping to clear the images creeping up my mind. “I should have said a million per night, per room.”

“He would have paid it,” Rick declared confidently. “Maybe it’s good that he is here. You can decide if you want to go after him.”

I glared at him. “Did he look alone to you? Did you not notice that seriously gorgeous redhead next to him?”

“I did.” He shrugged casually, tucking his hands into his pockets. “But I also noticed he wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were on you the entire time.”

“That’s because he wants to talk about the pregnancy. When that man gets something in his head, he doesn’t let go. I’ve seen him in negotiations.”