Lucky in Love (30 page)

I felt, more than heard, his rumble of laughter and smiled against the soft cotton of his sleeve.
"I figured you already knew. The South is kind of famous for that." 

"
Addy refuses to even visit again until the temperature drops below 80. But she said Mom told her that the heat affects women in their third trimester worse. Which is bull. I'm 27 weeks and it's not like I'm suddenly going to spontaneously combust next Tuesday."

"
Michigan isn't always famous for comfortable weather in September, either."

'
I won't be surprised if she bosses Jack into moving her to Canada until Christmas. He'd do it, too. She's got him wrapped tight."

"
Speaking of the heat," Chance drawled, laying the twang on extra-thick. "You want to get me a glass of tea, sugar? Betty made me a jug of sweet tea when she and Julian stopped by yesterday."

I punched him in the arm.
"Knock it off, hillbilly."

"
Please?" he begged, looking down at me, his eyes sparkling green with laughter and the corner of his mouth quirked up in that sexy grin I adored.

"
You just want to see me maneuver out of this swing."

He laughed out loud.
"Damned right I do."

"
Fine. I'll perform for you like a trained monkey." Dragging my feet to stop the swing's movement, I did my usual shimmy wiggle bump bump slide and managed to lever myself to the edge of the seat. Leaning more heavily on Chance's knee than I had to, I gave a hard push that made him grunt and stood up. "Voila."

Chance was shaking his head, grinning.
"I'll never get tired of watching that."

And as I headed toward the door and he caught a view of my pregnancy-rounded behind, he added,
"That, either."

"
You like a woman with a little waddle in her walk?" I smiled at him saucily over my shoulder, and struck my sexiest side pose, shoulders back and hand on my bulging belly.

"
You're still not too big to carry up to the bedroom," he warned, advancing on me like a sleek panther stalking a really big gazelle.

"
Wanna put those Marine muscles of yours to the test, hotshot?" I purred.

Being Chance, he accepted the challenge.

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About the Author

Kristen Brockmeyer is a fledgling member of the Romance Writers of America and the Mid-Michigan Romance Writers of America She is also a wife, a mom, an admin at an award-winning digital advertising agency, and a chicken-wrangling, weed-pulling, mosquito-slapping, farming newbie. She enjoys reading
everything
, buying useless things at thrift stores, baking cupcakes semi-professionally and hyphenating phrases, sometimes unnecessarily.
Lucky in Love
is her first contemporary romance release.

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Acknowledgments

Thank you:

• To my
  parents, for always believing I could actually finish a book and for preselling copies to all their friends, despite the sex scenes. My mom is the best cheerleader,
  ever
  .
  
• To my husband, for kicking me out to write in our vintage camper. There are no dishes out there to wash.
  Love you.
  
• To Eva, for being my first proofreader. Sorry if I traumatized you. You were only 13.
  
• To Carol, for being my second proofreader. You terrified me but your feedback was awesome.
  
• To Dakota, for being my biggest fan and helping develop plot twists, even though you're not actually old enough to read my stuff.
  
• To you, for reading this.