Or the bed in the guest room of Reid’s town house, at any rate. Though Reid was no longer lying naked beneath her, acting as the best human mattress ever, he had apparently shifted her around so that her head was on one of the pillows near the headboard and she was covered up to her chin by the sheets and lightweight comforter. Throwing back the covers and pushing to the edge of the bed, she blew out a breath. She didn’t know whether to categorize this most recent encounter as a failure or a success. A little of each, she supposed. But for now, at least, Reid seemed willing to let the topic of a shotgun wedding drop. She had no doubt Reid McCormack was in her life to stay—which was only right, since they would soon share a child. But while she couldn’t agree to marry him—because he’d suggested it for all the wrong reasons—that didn’t mean she wasn’t still attracted to him. Sort of overwhelmingly, distractedly attracted, if she was completely honest.
