CHAPTER 34
CARY
What the hell was that with Tommy? He’d practically accosted his girlfriend right there at the table while Sebastien sat sipping champagne like some clueless aristocrat.
He should’ve stepped in. Every instinct had screamed at him to do something—say something—but she’d made it clear: she didn’t want him fighting her battles. And like a damn fool, he’d listened.
But enough was enough. She needed to leave SDM.
Maybe it was time for a change. Toronto was close to Winnipeg—central enough for him to travel and make it work. He’d be near his family. She’d be closer to the Robertsons. It made sense.
And she’d invited his parents here. That had floored him. She was the most thoughtful woman he’d ever known. But “girlfriend”? That word didn’t even come close. He didn’t just want her. He needed her. She already talked to his mother more than he did.
A baby. God, he could hardly wait. Maybe he didn’t have to. The thought of her carrying his child sent a surge through him, hot and electric, tightening every nerve in his body. Was that twisted? No. It was instinct. Primal. Undeniable.
He brushed her hair from her neck and pulled her closer, hands gliding over her warm, bare skin. To his surprise, she stirred—reached back for him—guiding him in. He groaned, pressing into her, their bodies falling into rhythm again, slow and quiet, until sleep finally took them.