Eleanor stirred at his promise. There was no doubt in her mind he meant it. Surprisingly, it didn’t sound as daunting as she expected. In fact, she was almost eager to see what he would do next time.
Was that normal?
He kissed her shoulder, then stilled, “Shit.”
“Is something wrong?”
“No, I—I should have asked if you wanted me to wrap it.”
“Wrap it?” Eleanor repeated, confused until she realized he meant a condom. “Oh.”
“Sorry,” Caine muttered, though he was less concerned about the potential consequences than the fact he hadn’t asked first.
“It’s all right,” Eleanor said. “I don’t think I can get pregnant.”
“What do you mean?”
“You heard the doctor.”
Caine paused, feeling her shiver. With a sigh, he held her close. He heard everything the doctor said. At the time, it had taken e
