with us, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, but that’s only six more weeks. How long will you be on tour after that?”
“Until almost Thanksgiving.”
Her hand curled into the fabric of his crisp dress shirt. “I don’t want to live a day without you, but I’m not ready to give up my career either.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to. I know you love your work.”
“Some of it,” she said, her voice wavering with uncertainty. “I’m not sure if my unconventional ways of thinking will ever be embraced by my peers.”
“I’ve always wondered why you specialized in human sexuality.”
She laughed. “Seriously?”
“Just curious.” He knew she didn’t like to talk about herself. She was very guarded about certain aspects of her life. Especially her past.
“Because I love sex. The way it feels. How much it influences people. Its wondrous variety. I’m sure you already know that.”
Oh yeah, he definitely knew she loved sex and all its variations. He’d never met a woman who appreciated sex more than Myrna Evans. Erm, Myrna Sinclair. Sinclair! His hand moved to the back of her head to press her closer to his chest. He could scarcely believe she was his wife now. His.
“But there’s more to the subject than just hands-on experimentation. I like to study how it affects people—physically, emotionally, spiritually. It’s biology. Psychology. Sociology. I never told you this, but I use guitar riffs in one of my classes and have my students discuss the sexual nature of rock music.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, and do you know whose riffs evoke the strongest sensual response?”
He lifted his head to look at her.
“Yours. The way you play is like sex on strings.”
He chuckled. “Especially since you came into my life.”
“You’ll have to play for my class sometime.”
“Sure. I’d love to see where you work.”
“I’m probably being selfish, but do you think it’s possible for you to live with me in Kansas City when you’re not on tour?”
“I have this album to—”
She lifted a finger to hush him. “And then I’ll consider quitting my full-time job to start a family. I really want to keep working one more year. I’m excited about the groupie project I’ve been working on this summer, but it’s time for a change. As soon as I finish this project, I want to do some other things.” She snuggled closer to his chest. “Mostly I want to have a baby with you.”
Stunned speechless, Brian’s vision blurred. Had he heard her correctly? She wanted to start a family?
“Unless you don’t want children,” she said, obviously mistaking his dumbstruck silence for hesitation toward the idea. “I know you’ll make a great father, Brian. Even though it’ll be tough to raise a family when you’re on the road so much, you’ll be there as often as possible. I realize I’ll have to do a lot by myself while you’re gone, but the thought of making a baby with you and carrying him or her inside me just makes me happy.” She covered her lower belly with both hands and tilted her head to look at him. “Brian?”
Make a baby with Myrna? Yes, please. He was ready to start immediately. In one swift motion, he rolled her beneath him, covering her body with his and cupping her lovely face between his hands.
“You make me so happy, Myrna. I can’t wait to start a family with you. Can we start right away?”
A brilliant smile lit her features, but she didn’t immediately start flushing her birth control pills down the toilet. “We should wait a few months to get pregnant. It would be best if I deliver the baby at the end of next May, when the school year is over. That would make the most sense.”
He chuckled. “My logical little sex professor.” He kissed her. Honestly, he was surprised she’d made this decision so easily. It was as if her admission of love changed her entire outlook. He was glad he’d been patient with her and hadn’t pushed her too fast or too hard and driven her away. It was