Derek patted my head. "Your apologies are like broken records, you know? You keep playing the same tune over and over."

I emerged from his embrace and wrapped my arms around his neck. "What can I do to make you believe me?"

Derek's eyes darkened with desire, and he glanced at my belly. "I used to think having a kid with you would be nice, but now it seems like it’s just getting in the way."

I smacked him softly. "Don't say that! The baby can hear you."

Derek clicked ...