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replied with a grin.
    Scott gave her a sly wink and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Get some sleep, baby.” He took his hands out of his pockets just long enough to blow her a kiss. “I love you, Red.”
    Bree chuckled as she blew him a kiss in return. “I love you too, you goofball. Drive safely, handsome!” she murmured sleepily as she laid her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes with a happy smile on her face.
    * * * *
    Scott’s lips were moist and warm as he rained gentle kisses on her face and forehead. His strong hands roamed freely down the long length of her body, caressing her womanly curves. His lips followed their path, his soft kisses tracing the outer curve of her ear, brushing against her bare shoulders and down the small of her back.
    Bree rolled over in bed, groaning with feminine pleasure as heat consumed her body. Moisture pooled at the apex of her thighs, her breath beginning to come in short gasps.
    He gave her a wicked grin as his arms grabbed her by the waist. “Hey, sexy,” he drawled with a devilish glint in his chocolate brown eyes.
    Her arms circled his neck as she brushed a kiss against his temple. “Hey, stud,” she murmured with a breathless chuckle.
    “I have come with sustenance for my pregnant princess,” he proclaimed as he lifted two Styrofoam cups out of a cardboard drink holder. He handed one to Bree and watched her as she blew on the steaming liquid.
    She looked up to catch her husband staring at her. She blushed. She had known Scott long enough to know what was on his mind. She had been so afraid that when he discovered her pregnancy he would no longer desire her, but it seemed as though just the opposite had happened. He seemed to be more attracted to her than ever. For the first time in a long time, a man found her sexy and desired her, and she was discovering she was enjoying that feeling.
    “Ooh, hot chocolate with whipped cream!” she exclaimed after lifting the plastic lid of her cup and peering inside. A warm feeling rushed through her body, and Bree reached over to examine the paper bag holding their breakfast. She laughed at herself when her stomach rumbled with hunger. She looked up to see her husband grinning at her. She shrugged her slender shoulders, embarrassed. “What else did you bring me?”
    Scott grabbed the paper bag from her grasp and held it behind his muscled back. “No way, woman. Where’s my reward?” he demanded.
    She sat cross-legged on the bed quietly for a minute, as if she were thinking intently on what it was he could possibly want. “Hmm,” she murmured. “I want my food now!” she insisted.
    He made a buzzer sound, indicating she had given him the wrong answer. “No. Try again. Do you need a hint?”
    Bree pressed her body tightly against his. She could feel his rippled muscles underneath her fingertips. She pouted as she touched his lips with one of her fingers to silence him.
    “Please?” she inquired, her voice husky.
    Scott sighed dramatically as he relinquished the paper bag to her. She pounced on it with a look of anxious anticipation, releasing a squeal when she examined the contents. “Biscuits with sausage gravy!” she cried.
    She perused her husband with a thoughtful look. She lunged toward him, wrapping her arms around him as she exclaimed, “Thank you, baby! You’re such a sweetheart!”
    He chuckled as he grimaced. “Please try to remember that when you’re in labor for eighteen hours.”
    She stuck out her tongue at his remark as she opened her container of food and then poked him in the ribs with her plastic fork. “You’d better pray that doesn’t happen, buddy,” she warned. “Or you’ll be sleeping in the guest room for the remainder of our marriage.”
    Scott threw his body backward onto the bed, resting his arms behind the back of his head. “Do you think it’s too early to begin talking about names?” he queried.
    She placed her container onto the nightstand just