Smooth Irish (Book 2 of the Weldon Series) by Jennifer Saints Read Free Book Online

on your salt, and increase your protein
intake.”
    Alexi groaned. “You do know how to
knock a woman when she’s down. All I’ve been craving lately is
French fries dripping with catsup. Between you and Jackson, I’ll be
propped up and homebound for a whole month with nothing to console
me.” Alexi lowered her feet to the floor and slipped on her
shoes.
    Nan frowned. “This late in your
pregnancy the least little fender bender could cause a major
problem.”
    “ You know how many do’s
and don’ts are dumped on a woman the moment she gets pregnant? I
had to give up chocolate. Caffeine isn’t good for the baby. Pretty
soon they’re probably going to tell me I have to give up sex, too.
I’ll go crazy. A beached whale, stuck at home, no chocolate, and no
Jesse.” Alexi frowned, seemingly having the weight of the world
settle on her.
    “ Come on, it can’t be all
that bad. Just think. In a little over a month, you’ll have it all.
Jesse, a baby, and choc—uh, scratch the chocolate while
breastfeeding. I’ve heard it gives babies gas. Call me. I’ll drive
you where you need to go until after the baby is born, but I won’t
take you to get French fries or chocolate.” She hugged Alexi. “I’d
better get dressed.”
    “ No fries. I’m dying
here!” Alexi wailed in mock distress. “This is pain!”
    “ Think about something
else.” Nan scooted off the couch and struck a pose. “How about this
outfit for dinner with the hospital’s bigwigs—”
    The door burst open, and Jackson
filled its frame. “What in the hell’s going on? Is she having the
baby?”
    Nan jumped with fright at the thunder
in Jackson voice. Her jaw dropped and she froze on the spot, much
as she supposed a deer would pinned by the headlights of a Mack
truck. Jackson looked wild and dangerous.
    “ I heard dying. . .pain—”
His gaze fell on her and he stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth
wide open mid-word. His eyes blazed to laser points as he cut a
path down her body. His look sucker-punched Nan in the gut. It
wasn’t until her breath whooshed from her lungs and she felt the
suspicious tickle of air on her left breast that she realized what
he was seeing. Oh God. She snapped the jacket closed.
    Jackson had already covered half the
distance to her. The look in his eyes was one of a man intent on
retrieving his jacket. Now.
    From the sidelines of this tableau,
Alexi burst into laughter, holding her baby-swollen girth. “I
wouldn’t have missed this for the world, but I’d better get out
now.”
    Jackson shook his head as if coming
out of a trance. “I thought. . .” Nan saw him spare Alexi a brief
glance.
    Alexi grinned. “You heard a pregnant
woman who just realized she had to give up French
fries.”
    Jackson frowned then grinned. “I came
to tell you both they’re serving dinner.” He swung his gaze back to
her and Nan wanted to run and hide. “You wear my jacket
well.”
    “ Doesn’t she?” Alexi piped
on her way to the door. “You should see what’s
underneath.”
    “ I did,” Jackson
drawled.
    Mortified, Nan hugged Jackson’s coat
closer and sent him and Alexi a murderous look. “Both of you shut
up and get out.”
    Alexi laughed and disappeared out the door. Jackson
followed, only he didn’t leave. The door closed, shutting them
intimately together. He folded his arms and leaned against the door
as his bedroom blues made another slow assessment of her. She
burned, wanting his electric touch like a desert thirsting for
water. Yet, she denied herself and kept a disapproving frown
centered on her face.
    He moved her way then, coming so close
that she could feel his heat. He cocked his brow at her and glanced
down at her exposed cleavage before he grabbed the jacket and
pulled her against his arousal. “I’ll get it later,” he said softly.
    Nan mouth went dry. Still, she managed to add just
the right touch of ennui to her voice. “Will you?”
    Smiling, he backed away and opened the
door then looked at