Busted, Deborah Anne. So much for bringing this up after a nice romantic dinner and dessert in bed.
"Um. Well." She was blushing again, damn it, and wondered if her makeup was compensating. "I can explain."
She walked over to him and took the book from his hands. She'd gotten as far as the section about "telling the relatives" (was it really necessary to send a cupid with baby booties to one's mother-in-law? Especially her mother-in-law?), even if she'd still skipped ahead to the pictures. "Let's - let's sit down. It's not what you think, promise, but - "