Wit wrinkled his nose. “I don’t like ‘sweetheart.’” “Fine, cross it off the list.” I smirked, my heart racing. I had no idea where this was coming from, who this person inside me was, but it felt good. I felt good—confident and a little daring. “No baby,” I told Wit. “And no sweetheart.” “Sounds good, darling.” Wit winked. “Now, where’re we going today?” “It’s a surprise, dearest,”
