“I’ll show you when it comes.”

“I’m not good with kids.”

Smiling sweetly, she said, “You’re not good with people, period. Being chatty and friendly and open is not you. So what? Why does that have to be a bad thing? The baby won’t care; it will love you exactly as you are. And you will love the baby just as unconditionally. You will protect it and cherish it and be a total marshmallow for it. No one will believe you’re a serial killer anymore. Seriously, your street cred will be shot to shit.” His eyes gleamed and his mouth . . . curved. Wow. Her breath caught. His smile was sexy and sensual and dangerous all at once. “You’re smiling!”

He frowned. “I’m not.”

“Always so grouchy.”

Whatever. Moving up the bed, he positioned himself on his side. “Time to sleep.” Fitting her to him, he kissed her throat. “Love you, Kenna.”

“Love you too.” She snuggled deeper into him, closing her eyes. The pain of Harlow’s news was still fresh. At the same time, there was a lightness inside her. Now that she knew the truth of her past, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest. She had her answers. They were shit and they were too sad for words, but at least she knew. Now she could truly move forward. And she could do it with her mate.

She was just dozing off when his cell phone beeped. Ryan grabbed his cell, tapped the screen a few times, and then slung it back onto the cabinet. It skidded along, knocked her compact mirror off the surface and—

Crack.

Well, shit. They both knew what that meant.

“Don’t say it.”

“I wasn’t gonna.”