Lena slid into the passenger seat of Grayson’s car, her hands resting on her lap as he pulled away from the drive way. The leather seats smelled like him, clean, with a hint of that subtle cologne she’d grown to love. She turned her head to look at him, watching the way his fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, glancing at her with a soft smile.
“Better,” Lena said, smoothing her blouse over her stomach. Her bump wasn’t showing yet, but knowing she was carrying life inside her made everything feel different. “Tired, but not as bad as last week.”
Grayson’s smile widened. “Good. I read somewhere that eating small meals throughout the day helps.”
Lena laughed. “Have you been researching pregnancy?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. I just want to make sur
