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the baby, and if she did, would she want us involved? Both of us? What about our friendship with her, assuming the threesome hadn’t already screwed that up?
    I sighed and rested my forehead against the cool tile, letting the hot water beat on my back. The whole way home tonight, I’d been looking forward to a quiet dinner with Isaac, then getting into bed so we could reconnect, relax, relieve some of the tension my job—the physical demands as well as the emotional impact—sent home with me after every shift.
    Now…this.
    So much for relieving tension any time soon.
    I finished my shower, and after I’d dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and went back into the bedroom.
    Isaac waited for me, lounging on the bed. He looked deceptively relaxed—hands behind his head on the pillow, one bare foot resting on the other—but I knew him better than that. The crevices between his eyebrows spoke volumes, and what little tension the shower had melted crept back into my muscles.
    If only for the view, I wished he hadn’t bothered with a shirt. The man had the kind of flawless, perfectly defined abs I would have killed for. Everything about him was lean and powerful; small wonder I usually couldn’t keep my hands or mouth off him.
    Usually.
    “Hey,” I said, for lack of anything better to say.
    “Hey.” He swallowed. “Doing okay?”
    I sat on the bed beside him, resting my hands on my knees. “Yeah, just trying to get my head around things. You?”
    “Same.”
    “She give any hints about what she wants to do?” I asked.
    “We didn’t get that far.” He moved his leg so his knee was against my back, probably just looking for some contact. “I think she was still in shock herself.”
    I rested my hand on his lower leg. “How long has she known?”
    “Since earlier today. I think she just wanted us to know ASAP, but she’s not sure where to go from here.”
    “And she’s coming over tomorrow?”
    Isaac nodded.
    “Good,” I whispered. “That should give it time to sink in for everyone before we discuss it together.”
    “In theory.”
    “Yeah. In theory.” So many questions. So damned much to process. We had time, but what about now? I looked at him. What about us?
    Isaac sat up and put his hand on my arm. “We’ll figure it out, Don.”
    I held his gaze. His smile backed up his words, but the lift of his eyebrows suggested he wasn’t as certain as he’d have liked me to believe. As if he wanted me to meet him halfway with some sort of encouragement that our lives and Carmen’s hadn’t just been upended.
    Except there were no words I could stand behind, though, because I was as worried about this as he was. If there was one thing about which I could assure him, though, it was that at least for tonight, this didn’t change anything between us.
    I turned and reached for him. As I slid my hand around the back of his neck, Isaac leaned in, wrapping his arms around me. Our lips met, and some of the tension left my shoulders in a shiver. What began as a gentle kiss went on, deepening and intensifying with every passing moment, and I pressed my fingers into his neck. He pulled me closer.
    I took off my towel and let it drop to the floor. We both made half-assed attempts to get his shirt untucked and off, but a kiss took priority. With his clothes still on, we shifted all the way onto the bed, and, my arms around him and my lips against his, I sank onto the pillow.
    Isaac broke the kiss and went for my neck. I whimpered softly as his coarse stubble brushed my collarbone. When his lips started up the front of my throat, I tilted my head back, pressing it into the pillow to expose as much of my neck as I could to his gentle, spine-tingling kisses. He worked his way all the way up, pausing just below my chin. I lowered my head, and when he found my lips with his own, I reached up to cradle his face in both hands as I returned his hungry, desperate kiss.
    Of course now that I needed his clothes off, my