you?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t have brought it home for you to look at if I didn’t.” She offered him a smile.
“Does it matter what I think?”
For some reason, it did. And not just when it came to the nursery.
What would Hector say when she told him there were three babies growing in her womb? And that each of them was carrying half of Peter’s DNA?
And why in the world should it even matter?
After a little more small talk about ducks and chickens, fairies and unicorns, Hector got up to leave.
She almost invited him to stay for dinner, but she didn’t want him to think that she was trying to monopolize his time.
“Thanks for your giving me your opinion,” she said.
“Anytime. If there’s anything that’s a given about me, it’s that you can count on me to have an opinion.”
She smiled as she walked him to the door.
“For what it’s worth,” he said, as he reached for the brass knob, “I actually liked the farm print best.”
“But you said it was boyish.”
“I figured you for bunnies, so I told you what I thought you wanted to hear.”
“Why’s that?”
He studied her a moment, as though trying to decide whether to level with her or not, then he winked. “Because you have the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.”
She couldn’t tell if he was teasing or serious or both. And when he reached for the doorknob to let himself out, she was more intrigued by him than ever.
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