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showering with me after I’m sick, and letting me sleep whenever the pregnancy exhaustion tugs my eyes shut. Being with him is intense, surreal, almost hypnotic, and when he drops me off at my apartment Sunday night, I walk into the loft like a person waking up from a dream. How is this small space my life? My real life?
    How long have I lived this so-called real life without Matteo in it?
    I think it will be the next weekend before I hear from Matteo again, but he texts me the next morning.
    You’re in my head. I need to see you again tonight.
    I can’t help the way my toes curl in my high heels and the little whimper of anticipation I make. I look around my corporate law office, at the people sitting quietly at their computers and at the closed conference doors where the partners are having their Monday meeting. I sigh relief when I realize that no one heard me. I’ve always been the most serious one here, the most driven, the one least likely to talk when there’s work to be done. I’ve never been one of the people to chatter or gossip or… whimper …in front of others.
    What is Matteo doing to me?
    That night at his house, we’re alone. No Pauly or Gina, no guns, and after he lays me on his dining room table and fucks the shit out of me, he cleans me up and goes to find some of the peppermint tea he bought because he read about it in the baby book.
    The idea of Matteo reading a baby book of his own free will is so fucking hot to me.
    While I wait, I get up and wander out of the dining room to his office, which is lined with built-in bookshelves. I gravitate towards the shelf by his desk; rather than lines of thick, leather tomes like the other shelves boast, these are all peeling and worn paperbacks, an eclectic mix of non-fiction, fantasy science fiction, and classics. A tingle dances down my spine when I recognize most of the books as the books I keep in a low shelf by my bed:
    The Jungle by Upton Sinclair
    Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
    The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
    The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury
    Dracula by Bram Stoker
    Matteo even has the Seamus Heaney translation of Beowulf which surprises me. What would an investment banker/Mafioso in Kansas City see in a Dark Ages Scandinavian swords-and-monsters story? Although there is something in Matteo that reminds me of a warrior…that hard, strong body and quiet presence and the way he talked about honor on his bathroom floor…
    “That was the moment I realized I had to fuck you again,” Matteo says, and I jump, not hearing him come in.
    I turn to see him with a steaming mug of tea and a dimpled smile. As always, that smile makes my heart flip over.
    “I got out of your bed when you finally fell asleep and went to get a glass of water,” he says, setting the mug down on his desk, “and then I noticed your books. Almost the same as my favorites.” He comes closer, bracing his hands on the shelf on either side of me. “They all looked like mine, all bent and dog-eared and torn up, like they’d been carried around everywhere. That’s when I realized that you weren’t the girl I thought you were. That there was more that met the eye.” He tilts my chin up to force me to meet his gaze.
    “And that’s when you decided to come wake me up and fuck me again.”
    The dimple gets deeper. “Well, I still got my drink of water. And then I stared at your tits while you slept. Then I woke you up.”
    “I’m not complaining.”
    His hand drops from the shelf to my belly, spreading into a protective, long-fingered sprawl below my navel. For a moment, excitement spikes in my chest as I wonder would it would be like to have him touch my stomach months from now, when we can both feel our baby squirming around.
    “Even with this?” he asks, his eyebrows drawn together in two dark, worried slashes. “You’re not complaining, knowing the outcome?”
    I think about it for a moment. “It’s all too new,” I admit. “Sometimes, I think I feel