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Plus, you boys weren’t at my shower, so it can be my last hurrah.  Lord only knows how much longer I can keep these suckers inside.”
    “How far are you now?”  I can’t keep track.
    “Thirty-five weeks.  The doctor says it can be any day now. Please say ‘yes,’” she begs, giving me those puppy dog eyes. And seeing puppy dog eyes in crystal blue is undeniably the most impossible kind to deny.
    “Fine. Just text me when and what I can bring. I will talk to Chance when I see him later.”
    “Yay!” she screeches excitedly, jumping up and down.
    “Whoa, lady!  Keep those swollen feet on the ground. I don’t want Calvin blaming me for sending you into labor.”
    Charlie giggles then smacks me on the arm.  “Shut up, fool!”
    Now it’s my turn to laugh. I give her a huge hug and kiss on the cheek, then head to my car. My annoyance with Calvin’s decision is no longer weighing on my mind. I love that girl. With no more excuses or reasons to stall, I head to pick up Chance. It’s time to make good on that bet.  Fuck me.

    Parker still…
    I go right from Club M to Chance's place. I knock on his door and wait for him to answer. It takes him a couple of minutes and when he answers the door, he looks like he just crawled out of bed. His eyes are heavy lidded and he's wearing only his jeans with the top button undone. I can't help but notice how his muscles ripple under his skin every time he moves. My stomach flutters nervously.
    "Were you sleeping?" I ask as he motions me into the studio apartment.
    "Yeah, just needed a power nap," he rasps, his voice gravelly from sleep.
    He rubs his eyes as he shuts the door. I glance around the neatly organized apartment. Everything is clean and tidy and in its place. It must have something to do with him being former military.
    I follow him into the kitchen. Or at least what is supposed to be the kitchen. Since it’s a studio apartment, everything is just one big room. He grabs a bottle of water out of the fridge and holds it out to me. I take it and thank him. He grabs another one for himself before leading me into the “living room.” We both sit on the couch. Chance cracks open his bottle of water and takes a swig. I follow his lead and open mine. After I take a sip, Chance sets his on the coffee table and throws an arm around the back of the couch. We're not sitting right next to each other, but close enough that his hand lands on the back of my neck.
    "So...how about I collect on that bet since we're alone?" he rumbles.
    I whip my head around to look at him wide eyed. I swallow hard. "Now?" I squawk.
    A sexy smile curls one side of his mouth...wait, did I just say it was sexy? Oh, fuck me! His eyes twinkle in amusement as he nods, while his fingers play with the hair at the back of my neck.
    "A bet's a bet." He shrugs.
    I bite out a curse and set my bottle on the table. "Alright fine." I sigh heavily, slapping my hands on the tops of my thighs. "Let’s just get this over with."
    Chance grabs my jaw and turns my head so that I'm facing him. His face is a mask of desire so potent that I can’t help but shudder. He leans in, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. My breath catches. I'm really about to kiss a man…on purpose.  I can't tell if the butterflies in my stomach are from excitement or dread, and that just adds to my anxiousness.
    His eyes close as his lips brush mine. I shut my eyes, trying to picture a woman - any woman - but when his lips press more firmly against mine, I can't picture anyone but Chance. His hand slips up my jaw to cup my neck right under my ear. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss. His lips move gently against mine. The stubble on his face scrapes against mine, which is weird as hell. A low moan escapes him, sending a jolt of lust right to my cock. His mouth opens against mine, forcing me to open, too. Next, his tongue swipes into my mouth, touching mine. My heart is pounding madly in my chest. An odd mix of