“Yes!” Mommy-to-be shouted and hurled herself, belly and all, into Mr. Heller.
Kenna, along with the rest of the courtroom staff, stood open-mouthed at the scene. Judge Cooper cleared his throat. “Well. I believe paternity has been established. Miss Lanstinger, I'm going to dismiss your paternity and custody action for now. If you end up not getting married before the baby is born, then file a motion to renew, and I’ll set custody and child support then. Next case, Deputy.”
After she wrapped up her portion of the docket, Kenna put the case files into her briefcase and said good-bye to Noodle. She made the short walk to her office and spent an hour returning calls to her clients. She glanced at the clock on her desk and rubbed her neck. It had been a long day. She kicked off the slippers she kept under her desk and put her Manolos back on. She turned off her computer and slipped her red suit coat on. She was due home in twenty minutes for a romantic dinner, and she had no desire to be late.
Will greeted her with a kiss and surprised her with his attempt at a home-cooked meal. They discussed Boots’s first breeding that took place that day to Desert Girl and relaxed on the porch swing she insisted he install on the back porch. Soon, she was drifting off with her head against his shoulder. She felt him pick her up and carry her to their bedroom.
Kenna was having the most glorious dream. She was on a cloud, and Will was running his hand down her side. He pushed her hair back and placed his warm mouth at the base of her neck. She stretched into the kiss and felt his erection rub against her back. Her eyes popped open but quickly closed again when his hand found its way under her panties.
* * *
The next day, Kenna hurried to get dressed as Will showered. She was hopping on one foot, trying to pull up her pantyhose when she heard the doorbell.
“Shit!” She slipped and fell against the bed. Muttering about stupid men and their invention of the pantyhose, she hopped downstairs, still trying to slip on her purple Pradas.
She opened the door and couldn’t make a sound.
“Hey, girl! Ready for work?” Danielle asked. “Hey! Didn’t you promise me those shoes?”
Kenna dropped her hand from her heart and hugged her friend fiercely, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“So where can a girl find a place to stay around here?”
Laughing, Kenna put her arm over Danielle’s shoulder. “I know the perfect place.”