Chapter 171: Dinner

ALISON

"Hi. What are you doing here?" I stuck my head out the crack I'd opened.

Noah looked . . . well, the same way he always looked. He was unjustly hot in his faded jeans and flannel shirt. I was torn between a sudden desire to either kick him in the shin for making sexy look so easy or to pull him inside and force myself on his muscled body.

But on the other hand, that kind of thing was what had landed me where we were. I needed to pull myself together and act like an adult.

A non-lusty, non-horny, responsible mother-to-be adult.

Noah was running his hand over his hair as he answered my question. "I thought we should talk. And I thought it might be easier for you on your home turf." He rolled one shoulder. "And before you ask, yes, Emma gave me your address."

I peered over his shoulder to the street. "How did you get here? I didn't hear a car in the driveway."