Page 32 of Power Play

Al chuckles. “Resigned?”

Shrugging, I pull my coat tighter around me. “I don’t want to be famous. I don’t want the attention. All I want is Emmy.”

“You’ve got her. Even if—when—we get divorced, you’ll still have her.” His eyes meet mine. “She’s yours as much as she is mine.”

I shake my head. “I can’t take her away from you.”

He nudges me again, my arm lighting up from the contact. I guess I was colder than I thought. “Guess that means you’re stuck with me, then.”

“Guess so.”

But somehow… that doesn’t feel so scary anymore. We’ve survived the first month of being coparents. Maybe this will work out after all.

Emmy squirms in my arms, trying to take off her booties. When I cover her foot with my hand, she squeals with frustration.

“We should get her inside where it’s warm,” I say, getting to my feet and settling her in the stroller.

Al takes the handle, pushing her along the path. Emmy babbles at us, tucked into her blankets again. When we get to the car, he gets her into the car seat, then rounds the SUV and opens my door for me.

“Thanks,” I mutter, my stomach fluttering.

“Do you want to head home?” he asks. “Or how do you feel about lunch?”

“I could eat. I brought a bottle and a pouch for her.” Glancing in the rearview mirror, I find she’s content in the back seat. “I’m game if you are.”

The grin he sends me makes my heart thump loudly in my chest, so I focus on the road ahead. I can not have a crush on my husband. No. That’s against the rules. Nothing can ever happen between us. I can’t go back on our deal.

Al shifts the car into gear. “I know just the place.”