TREVOR STUCK THE TIP of his index finger in his mouth, looking thoughtful. After a second he pulled it out and snapped. “Like I said, it makes perfect sense. What logic is there in hauling myself over here every night for two weeks, especially since we both know we’ll be making love more than once a day? It’ll be pretty late by the time we finish. It just seems a little ridiculous to go back and forth each night.” He shrugged, waiting for her reply.
When she didn’t answer, he continued, “I’ll bring some of my stuff over. We’ll share meals, maybe showers, too.” He waggled his brows. “We’ll live together, sleep together, and have loads more baby-making time on our hands.” He grinned.
Throwing up her hands in surrender, realizing that he probably didn’t even know why he made the offer since
