Jude gives me a wry smile. “Do you think the guys are game?” I shrug, but nervous butterflies dance around inside my stomach. “I think so. I mean, I’ve talked to them both—briefly—about it.” He grabs my hands and kisses them again. “You know how I feel about all of this, Lennon,” he purrs. “I do?” He chuckles, the low sound reverberating down my spine. “Let’s fucking knock you up.”
