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nothing but regret, but then other times, I think…” I trail off, because the words are too stupid, too premature, too soon.
    I think I might be falling in love with you.
    He doesn’t press me, but I sense he knows what I was going to say because he captures my mouth in a fierce, stormy kiss, his tongue pushing in deep and taking the unsaid words for himself. His mouth plunders mine as he pushes me harder against the shelf, rocking his erection into me, and then I’m being scooped up and carried back to the dining room table, where he fucks me for so long that my tea gets cold and the sky gets dark, and I don’t care. Not one bit.

    * * *
    A fter two weeks of this —seeing Matteo every night, fucking until I can’t see straight and having him coddle me with massages and Preggy Pops after—it’s time for my first prenatal appointment, and Matteo comes with. He looked at me like I was an escaped asylum inmate when I asked him if he’d like to join me.
    He’d rolled up on his elbow in bed and looked down at me, half incredulous and half amused. “How many times do I have to prove it to you, princess? This is my baby too. And I care. A goddamned lot.”
    And his face at the appointment when the doctor let us listen to the heartbeat…if I’d thought his smiles made my heart flip over, it was nothing compared to that look of fierce, all-consuming protectiveness and awe. After filling my prenatal vitamin prescription at the drugstore, he took me back to his place and spent hours kissing my belly, which turned into him kissing me farther down, which turned into another sleepless, glorious, orgasm-filled night.
    It was ridiculous and insane and maybe so very very wrong…but I was falling in love with the father of my child, head over heels. Guns, crime, and all.
    This lasted until my tenth week. And then it all came tumbling down.

9
    Jess
    “ J essica .”
    I nearly jump out of my skin when I open my apartment door to go down to my car and instead see my uncle standing in front of the doorway, wearing a leather biker vest and a frown.
    “Uncle Jimmy! Why didn’t you tell me you were stopping by?”
    “You haven’t been answering my phone calls,” he chastises, stepping inside of my place. I glance at my watch. I’m going to be late to meet Matteo at the restaurant he specified, and I can’t help but begrudge every second I don’t get to spend with him.
    Family first, Jess, I remind myself.
    Matteo is kind of family now, my brain counters.
    I shut the apartment door with a sigh and then follow my uncle back into the open area that serves as the living room. “Do you want anything?” I ask him. “Coffee or soda or I might have some old beer…”
    “Beer’s good,” he says. “Something domestic, none of that ‘craft brew’ crap, though.”
    I grin as I fish out an abandoned Bud Light bottle from the back of my fridge. “The craft brew crap is normally the only thing I drink, so you’re lucky Nate left some of his nasty beer here before we broke up.”
    I bring it over to Jim, who cracks it open and narrows his eyes at me. “You forgiven that boy yet?”
    I sigh and flop down in an armchair across from where he stands. He doesn’t sit though, starting to pace around instead. “I’m not going to date Nate again, Jim. Let it go.”
    “It would make life easier if you’d just take him back of your own free will,” he mutters, taking a sip of his beer, and trailing his hand along the bar-top counter that edges my kitchen.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Never mind,” he says. “Why haven’t you been returning my calls? I’ve been worried about you. The city is—”
    “—Rough right now, I know. But don’t you read the news? All the crazy homicides that have happened this year have been drug-related, the police think. And I don’t do drugs. So.” I shrug.
    It occurs to me as I’m saying this that the father of my baby does engage in dealing drugs, however, but I don’t mention