Run Posy Run (Underboss Insurrection, #1)

by Cate C. Wells

“Give me your hand,” he huffs, grabbing it before I can respond and thrusting it into the water. “Is it too hot?”

He taps and snaps at Ray to have a tray sent up. “You can stop making the noise now,” he informs me. Does he know how stomachs work?

“I sleep like a baby,” I answer her question. “How do you sleep knowing your boyfriend liked watching me so much he had to share it with all his friends?”

“What are we doing?” I mumble, laying my cheek on my extended arm. I can’t muster the strength to keep my head up. “Cuddling.” My snort is soft and sleepy. “You don’t cuddle.” “I watch TV, Posy. I know women like to be held after sex.” “You’re not touching me,” I point out. He’s

I sigh. I’m sick of waiting. I’ll go see what’s holding Dario up, and I’ll mention the bag to Ray. I slide into my old lady slippers and check myself out in the mirror. I’m a bombshell. Gray terry sweatshirt dress. With pockets. Preggo yoga pants. How is Dario not rushing back to do this?

“I love her,” I marvel. It’s the same feeling I have for Posy. The warm glow that makes Posy a beacon in the dark also comes from this tiny oblivious being. It’s a miracle, not in a trite way, but in the sense that it’s so unlikely it rearranges reality. I love this baby as much as I love Posy. I love.