37 Weeks Later
“What do you mean, you"re out of pumpkin spice?”
I was barely able to contain my laugh as Maddie slapped her hands against the counter in front of her and glared at the girl just behind it.
If looks could kill, she"d have keeled over right there.
“I-I"m sorry, Miss. We sold our last Pumpkin Latte this morning.”
Huffing in what I guessed was annoyance, she narrowed her eyes, pinning the barista where she stood. I wound an arm around her hips for good measure as she balled her fists on the counter top. I felt her lush body soften in my hold and she sighed, looking up at me with the riled eyes I"d gotten used to seeing throughout her pregnancy.
I"d thought she was a spitfire before, but s**t, she was something else now!
“I"ve been craving one all day.”
Brushing the hair
