"Okay, now here's my first question," he said. "Do you like children?"
"Yes."
"Are you at least a little excited about the baby?"
She considered it. "Yes."
"Do you like sports?" he asked.
"Some." Wait, it had to be yes or no. "No, I guess not."
"Disappointing." He grinned, but moved on. "How about video games? Do you like them?"
"No."
"Sitcoms?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Do you want more than one child?"
She imagined holding the hand of a little boy and girl. It was a dream she'd never even thought about until that moment. "Surprisingly, yes."
"Is dessert better than the meal?"
"Yes." She was a chocoholic.
The questions continued for some time until she was practically dizzy.
Finally, he said, "Do you regret sleeping with me that night?"
Before she even thought about it, her answer slipped out. "No."
She stopped walking, stunned by her own reply. Even after getting pregnant, she didn't regret sleeping with Sebastian. She didn't believe it, and yet she did at the same time.
"I'm glad." He took her hand and steered her to face him. "I don't regret what happened between us either."
When she looked up at him, she blinked in shock. "But I'm pregnant because of that night."
"Yeah, I think that's something engrained in both of our minds by now." The man was grinning, despite everything.
As she stared into his face, Sebastian placed his hands on her shoulders. His gaze dropped to her lips. At that moment, she realized he was going to kiss her. She was alarmed and a little pleased. The truth of the matter was that she'd been thinking about his mouth a lot since they'd slept together—sucking on them, licking them, feeling them roving against hers. The man bent his head, and she felt his hot breath against her cheek. When his lips swooped down to capture hers, she squeezed her eyes shut as her breath left her body in a quick gasp. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he drew her closer against him, grinding his hips against hers. She could feel his hard shaft burrowing in her soft lower stomach and she shivered. His fingers burrowed in her hair, and a moment later, he pulled back, leaving her lips hot and tingly.
She swayed against him, her brain a puddle of mush. "Wow."
"There's a lot more where that came from, sweetheart," Sebastian whispered in her ear.
His lips captured hers again. Her knees turned to water in his embrace, and if he had not been holding onto her, she was certain that she would have fallen over. Just as his lips left hers and his mouth strayed down to her neck where a vein throbbed desperately, she saw something dark out of the corner of her eye.
"Wait," she said as she spotted a man in the distance.
He kissed her neck. "I don't want to wait. I've been dreaming about kissing you for a month."
Unfortunately, she could no longer focus on his lips running sensuously over her skin. Her attention was on the tall man standing between two trees. The man's hair was brown but threaded with gray. He looked to be in his midfifties, yet he was so attractive that she was certain young women fell at his feet. Yet when she met his chocolate-colored eyes, all she experienced was a rush of fear that made her whole body stiffen. She didn't know that person, and yet all she wanted to do was run and hide.
"Okay, this isn't the reaction I was hoping to get from you." Sebastian stepped away from her, yet his hands still lingered on her waist.
She bit her bottom lip. "There was a man watching us."
"Good to know it wasn't my subpar kissing skills that led to the lack of interest," he muttered.
"Sebastian!" She wrinkled her nose.
Finally, Sebastian took her seriously and turned in the direction she was looking. There was only one problem.
"He's gone," she whispered.
"Are you sure there was somebody there?"
"Dead sure." She chewed her bottom lip.
Sebastian glanced at her warily.
"Let's just go." She seized his arm when he didn't say anything. "I'm hungry. It's been a hell of a day, and if I don't eat an entire plate of fries, I'm going to go insane."
He allowed her to drag him, but he kept looking over his shoulder.
"I shouldn't have said anything." She shook her head. "It was nothing."
"If you say so," he said.
"You were making a scene." She sighed in exasperation. "It's not that surprising that a guy was looking at us."
"I was making a scene?" His grin finally reappeared. "I believe it takes two people to kiss, sweetheart."
Her cheek colored. "Well, I was just trying not to hurt your feelings."