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into the back of his pickup. The truck shone a dark silver in the early morning light and matched the charcoal-colored thermal sweater Creed was wearing over his holey work jeans. The shirt had gone threadbare in places and clung to his brawny physique. The sloping curves of his muscles made her wish she’d been more sober the night they’d been together so she could remember what his body felt like under her hands.
    Heat flushed her cheeks at the dirty thought.
    He shut his tailgate and turned, and when he did, he gave her a genuine smile that just about devastated her knees’ ability to hold her upright. Straight white teeth and two dimples she could barely make out because of the day-old scruff on his jaw. No time to shave this morning apparently, and thank God for tiny blessings because Gia wanted to rub her face down the side of his like a territorial cat. Meow, mine, mine, mine.
    Shit, no. He wasn’t hers. He was just her baby daddy. Whom she had a crush on.
    Now her cheeks were on fire.
    The smile dipped from his face and his dark, animated brows drew down. “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing!” God, that was loud. Clearing her throat, she smiled shakily. “Nothing. I’m good.”
    Creed snuck a look to his crew who were gathering near a bricked-in fire pit in the middle of the park. No one was watching them. Their attention was on a man limping toward them from the tree line.
    Leaning forward, Creed gripped her waist and pulled her to him. “You look fucking hot in them holey jeans, woman.”
    Gia laughed and looked down at the only remaining pair of pants that fit her burgeoning belly. She’d bought them as lounge-around-the-house jeans, but apparently Creed was into the tattered look. “You want to see something kind of embarrassing?”
    Creed eased back against his truck and lifted his chin. “Show me.”
    She snuck a glance to the guys who were now talking low to the man from the woods, then she lifted the hem of her sweater and squeaked out an embarrassed sound. She’d never shared this part of her pregnancy with anyone.
    “Is that a rubber band?”
    Gia pushed her pelvis forward so he could see it better. “I can’t button my pants anymore so this is all I can do if I don’t want to walk around with them completely undone.”
    Creed brushed his finger across the loop of her hair band that connected her button to the button hole, then across the thin strip of skin she’d exposed by lifting her shirt. “I have a weird request.”
    “What is it?”
    “You can say no.”
    “Creed, tell me!”
    He rubbed his hand over his hair. Was he blushing? “Can I see your stomach?”
    “You’ve seen it before.”
    “Yeah, well, it didn’t have my kid in it then. I haven’t been around a pregnant woman.”
    “Ever?”
    “Ever.”
    She inhaled deeply as another wave of nerves made her skin tingle. “I’m a little self-conscious about that part.”
    “Why?”
    Gia shrugged a shoulder up miserably. “I’m losing my figure. I keep gaining all this weight because I’m so hungry, and I didn’t get morning sickness like other women so I’ve just been eating everything in sight. I’ve gained twenty pounds already, and I’m only halfway through this pregnancy. Even my doctor told me I need to lay off the snacks.”
    “Wait, your doctor said that?”
    “Yeah. He said I’ll never get my figure back if I keep going like this.”
    “Your doctor is an asshole, and that can’t be true. And besides, I think you look way better now than you did. I mean, shit. I thought you were hot before, but now you look…healthy.” He screwed his face up.
    “Healthy?” She was trying not to smile, but good lordy that was a strange compliment.
    “Sorry, I’m not awesome with words. I mean, when you were walking out here in your little skintight sweater and those holey jeans, I thought, ‘Damn, I had that,’ and I felt lucky because a girl who looks like you wouldn’t usually pay a lick of attention to a good