Heaven in Hedonism (The Sinful Series Book 3) by Emma Nichols

diminished, and my dream of a baby shriveled up and died. Closing the door behind me, I started undressing. Naked once more, I walked into the guest bathroom and studied my body as objectively as possible.
    Sin was curvy and perfect. I was built like a fourteen-year-old boy. No wonder Mac hadn’t made a move. He was probably used to hot chicks. Short of implants, there was little I could do about that now. And it wasn’t like I had time to get implants before the trip. Damn, when had I turned all girly and started caring about my appearance, worrying over men finding me attractive? Only it wasn’t about men, it was Mac. He was totally different.
    A few short hours later, Sin was knocking lightly on my door. When I failed to answer, she turned the handle and opened the door a crack. The light from the hall made its way to the bed, spreading over my torso. Then she whispered my name. I heard her, but pretended to be asleep. At the moment, I wasn’t in the mood for talking. My soft pink underbelly was showing and though I could count on her to build me up, I didn’t want it. Right now, I was determined to wallow. A night of misery was just what I needed to toughen me up before the big trip.
     
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    The next morning, I made my way down the stairs, duffle bag in hand, packed and ready to go. Setting it by the door, I headed out to the patio to look for Sin. She was already dressed and looking fabulous. At the moment, she and Ben seemed to be enjoying their last hours of couple-hood. It almost pained me to join them, but before I could get away, she saw me standing at the door.
    “Get out here,” she demanded. “Grab a drink and a plate.” She gestured to the morning buffet Lucy had set out. “Then we need to talk about last night before we go get the babies.”
    “God, you’re bossy,” I complained as I sat down at the table empty handed.
    “Well, it’s not like you listen to me,” she said while glaring at me. Turning to Ben, she added, “If our kids grow up and treat me like this…”
    “They won’t. They will love and respect you for the amazing woman, loving wife and devoted mother that you are.” Ben kissed her adoringly on the forehead. Sin leaned into him and snuggled under his chin while I looked on.
    Fuck. I still wanted that. A few words and a kiss and he had balanced her out once more. There was something to be said for finding one’s true love. I was twenty-nine years old and no closer to finding mine than I was when I exited the womb.
    “I’m going to drive separately and leave from the hospital,” I warned them. “I have a lot to do before I head out of town for a week.”
    “Now be sure to call me just as soon as you check in.” Sin picked up a piece of toast after giving me yet another order.
    “You’ve got this mothering thing down. Thank goodness for the twins. Once you’re busy with them, you can start to lay off me,” I commented.
    Shaking her head, she said, “I’m afraid not. There’s no letting off you until you are married. Someone has to take care of you.” She winked.
    Looking at the time on my cell phone, I announced, “Well, it’s eight thirty am. We should be going, right?”
    She started to open her mouth again, but Ben silenced her with a look and said, “Sure, just as soon as you have a bite to eat. Lucy knew you were leaving us and she made all your favorites. You’ll hurt her feelings if you don’t at least choke down a little food before we leave.”
    My heart sank. Man, Ben really knew how to get to me. “You suck,” I grumbled. Then I stood and walked to the chafing dishes. Picking up a plate, I began to load it, powerless against the crab cake benedict she had prepared, with extra hollandaise. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see them smiling and congratulating themselves. “Yeah, as parents you will definitely pack the one two punch. Geesh. That wasn’t even fair,” I complained.
    Then I sat down to eat, confident it would be my