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the day.
    She shrugged. “What do you want from me? I can’t stay mad at your dumb ass for long.”
    “All right,” I cut in. “I gotta get home.” I reached for my keys and tossed them to CJ. “I’ll ride home with her and allow you to get your bearings. I trust you’ll drive sober, or call me if you’re drunk?”
    He made the sign of the cross over his chest. “Scouts honor,” he answered half-convincingly.
    Georgia leaned in and gave CJ a peck on the cheek. “Sorry for being a bitch earlier.”
    He kissed her back, flicking her shoulder at the same time. “I’m not sorry for being a dick.”
    She rolled her eyes, he grinned, and all seemed back on track with the two of them as Georgia and I left CJ on the loose and headed back home to enjoy some much needed quiet time.
    ***
    With our work schedules, it was rare to be in the same bed for long. My late nights bled into her early mornings, and we often resorted to surprising each other at our places of employment to sneak kisses or the oh-so-sexy afternoon delight. So it’s no surprise to me that the first place we sought out when we unlocked our door was straight for the king-sized bed that took up nearly three quarters of our bedroom.
    “When do you guys head out on tour?” Georgia asked, breathless as she sank to her knees on the bed and unbuttoned my shirt while I stood before her.
    My eyes rolled back into my head as I savored the feel of her fingertips across my chest. “Some day other than today.” Her nails dug playfully into my shoulders, begging for a real answer. “A month,” I said, shaking my shirt to the ground and savoring her quick work on my belt.
    “Six months?” she asked of how long we’d be gone.
    I nodded, nudging her onto her back. “We’ll have at least a couple long weekends in there, like always. And, as always, you can fly to meet us whenever you want.”
    Georgia’s gorgeous blues widened, taking me in as if she wasn’t entirely sure when she’d see me again, despite it being spelled out on the calendar. “June is prime wedding season, Regan. And the rest of the summer, for that matter. You know that. I’m booked nearly solid through early September.”
    “It’s okay,” I whispered between kisses over her ample breasts. “We’ll make the most of tonight, tomorrow, and the next thirty days. And I’ll be home in between, hon. I’m not gone for six months straight.” My mouth worked its way down to her belly button, where I enjoyed the squirm of her hips before hooking my teeth around her lace panties.
    She took a deep breath, the soft skin of her stomach heaving under me. “I can’t sync my ovulation schedule to GSE’s touring plans.”
    Her panties snapped back against her stomach as I pulled my head up. “What?”
    Georgia propped herself on her elbows and held up her hands defensively. “No need to panic, sailor, I was just saying …”
    I shook my head. “I’m not panicking, I just thought it was weird to throw medical talk into the bedroom is all. Are you … keeping track of all that? Ovulation and stuff?”
    She shrugged, which was a yes, but she said, “No.”
    “Weren’t we going to just stop using condoms or whatever for a while to see how things go? Just let nature take its course?”
    “Sure, if you want to drag this out for another year or two.” She rolled her eyes, sitting all the way up and against the headboard, drawing her knees in close.
    Game over.
    I sighed, heavily and frustrated, positioning myself next to her. “I don’t have to do this tour, you know. It was just some fun idea CJ and I tossed around. We’re not even headlining—we have no singer, for God’s sake.” I laughed, she merely smiled.
    “CJ can sing, you know. You can, too, if you wanted.”
    I nodded. “I know. But that’s not the point.”
    “You’re scared about having a baby.” Her gaze drifted out the window and into the ocean.
    “Hell yes, I’m scared. That shit’s scary!” She looked at me in