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woman at home – and open my door. Henry is standing there looking…I really hate
to admit this…sexier than he ever should in my presence.
My brain tries to conjure up an image of that whole pregnant woman of his as
a constant reminder of his no-fly zone status. I mean, I should view him like a
celebrity, right? Look but don’t touch – like ever – unless you want to be tasered,

handcuffed, and plastered on TMZ as the psycho who attacked America’s favorite
celebrity. Yes, it is that serious. Apparently, after he’d left me a blubbering, boneless
mess, he’d found time to have his hair professionally cut and styled. It is cut low on
the sides and slightly mussed at the top. It is cut differently from how he usually
wears it. His light brown hair reflects subtle shades of blonde in the sun. He is
wearing aviator shades, and the neatly trimmed beard he’d announced he was going
to grow Wednesday is starting to look fuller.
He has on a navy-blue Henley shirt, a tan cardigan with jeans, and brown
shoes. He grins at me mischievously, but I can’t quite place what he is up to. Well,
besides preparing to suck all the joy out of my kitchen.
“New haircut?” I ask when I finally find my tongue. His smile broadens. “Yup.
Let’s just say I was… inspired.” Then it clicks; my mouth mimics
a circle and he laugh harder.

“You’re sick.” I say between giggles. “I can’t believe you copied Tony’s look
from Hard Corps.”
He shrugs. “I wanted to change it up, and I figure if you are going to make me
a substitute Tony, I could look the part.”
“You’re lucky it looks good on you. You were already torturing me before the
style; hopefully you won’t turn into a lunatic.”
He mocks Scrappy Doo and boasts, “Tonnny Power.” I hear a nearby car door
slam. Henry slightly stiffens right before I hear a woman’s voice.
“Sorry, I had to take that call. The baby shower is tomorrow.” I see her
perfectly manicured hand grab Henry’s before I see the rest of her. Trust me, there
is a lot more to see. I’m not even talking about her perfectly rounded belly. Cassie
is tall. She is around five-nine plus she is wearing ankle boot wedges. The only clue
that she is pregnant is her protruding belly. Her long, wavy chestnut hair is flawless.
Her eyes are big, green, and expressive. Her make-up is on point, and her dark
jeggings with a white, fitted top, and long flowing maternity floral kimono is
poppin’. She is stunning.