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drugs?” she asks.
    I tell her the truth. “He used in Ohio, yes. But toward the end of his stay, he was sober every day.”
    “Do you think he’s an addict?” Mom’s voice is a mere whisper, shaky and ragged. She fears my brother will end up in the same place I landed four years ago.
    “I don’t think he’s there yet,” I assure her.
    Mom blows out a relieved breath. “Thank God.”
    “Hey,” I say sharply. “You still need to get him to talk to someone. Will’s not out of the woods yet. You and Greg have to set some rules, get him some help.”
    “I know,” Mom says. “I promise I’ll get Will the help he needs.”
    We talk some more. Talk, not argue. And for the first time in a long time it feels like my mother and I are on the same page.
    Maybe, just maybe, with Mom and I working together, there’s hope for Will.

Kay
     
    I’ m sound asleep, dreaming of Chase. More specifically, I’m dreaming of Chase touching me.
    “Mmm,” I murmur.
    “Kay,” he whispers huskily. “Wake up, baby.”
    I do wake, emerging from a fog of slumber to find Chase undressing me. He is slipping my long sleeping tee over my head, tugging my panties down my legs.
    I try to help, but he stills my hands. “Let me,” he says.
    I nod, and when he has me how he wants me—completely unclothed—his hands ply at my breasts, before slowly trailing down my body.
    “So sexy,” he whispers as he traces the curve of my waist with his fingertips.
    Chase is already naked and glorious. Biting my lip, I soak in the breadth of his shoulders, the tapering V of his torso…and the hard length that awaits me.
    “Take me,” I whisper, desperate for his love.
    Chase is instantly over me, above me. He trails kisses down to my sex, where he hungrily laves my folds with his tongue. I grind and moan while he licks and laps, and when I’m just about there , he moves up and slides into me.
    I come undone, panting, “Chase… Oh, Chase.”
    In my euphoria, I am wanton. I moan louder than usual, thankful Abby and Greg’s bedroom is on the first floor, well out of earshot. Thus unrestrained, I writhe and lift my hips, encouraging Chase to take me in whichever way he desires.
    But instead of plunging into me, he withdraws and holds my hips still.
    “What?” I ask.
    Chase doesn’t reply…he just stares at me with those penetrating blue eyes. And when I can’t move at all—I am at his mercy—he eases himself back into me.
    “Oh,” I gasp as he moves in and out of me languidly, lovingly.
    “Good?” he whisper-asks.
    “Amazing,” I reply.
    As he continues to make love to me, I moan, “God, you’re going to kill me, Chase.”
    “How’s that?” he asks, chuckling as his lips brush over mine.
    Against his mouth, I murmur, “Because you make me want to give you more and more. There’s never an end to my desire to please you. I want to give you all of me.”
    He gives me a little more of his weight, and I spread my legs a little more to accommodate him.
    “That’s good, Kay.” he rasps. “Since what I want is all of you.”
    I open myself to Chase, and I give him everything I have—my heart, my body, my soul. I feel him taking a piece of me with every slow, savoring thrust. But for everything Chase takes, he gives back twice as much.
    “I love you, Kay,” he murmurs in my ear. “I love you so much.”
    As he pours his love into me, I think of the conversation we had back in Ohio, the one about having a baby. I wasn’t ready then, but I feel more than ready now. I have a few more weeks of active birth control, and then that’s it. I am definitely not getting another Depo shot in September. Chase will be happy with my decision. He wants a baby, and I am finally completely ready to give him one.

    L ater, wrapped up in Chase’s strong arms, but before sleep has found either of us, I ask him, “Do you still want to marry me?”
    “Are you kidding?” he replies, chuckling softly. Pulling me close to him, he kisses the top of