Alisa
“You’re really doing it, huh?” Stella questions as she takes a seat next to me at the nurse’s station.
“Doing what?” I lift my shoulder up in an innocent gesture.
She cuts her eyes to me, a smirk crossing her face. “Must be the full moon, right? That’s why you agreed to go out on a date with Archer.”
Sighing, I bite my lip, my stomach doing this stupid fluttery thing it does when I think about him. “That’s totally it. Has nothing to do with the fact he’s lean, hot, and inked in places you can’t see without a shirt on.”
“Famous last words.” Stella laughs.
Glancing at her slightly rounded stomach, I give her a look. “You’d know. Number two on the way with a hot, lean, and inked K-9 handler.”
“What can I say? Since the first date we went out on, I haven’t been able to say no when it comes to him.”