“We dragged Mason along with us.”
“Poor Mason!”
“Whatever. He was cursing me up one side and down the other until we got there. It turns out there were a fair number of eligible, queer gentlemen in town, and he disappeared thirty seconds after we walked in the door. I don’t remember much from that night, but what I do is absolutely filthy. Pretty sure I also got to see Mason’sOface, which I don’t really need to ever see again.”
I laugh a little too loudly, drawing a few stares from the other patrons.
“Part of me is so jealous that you essentially went to an orgy, but…Mason’sOface? Bet you needed some therapy after that.”
“Oh, yeah, I had my therapist Jim Beam on speed dial after that one.”
“Does Mason know you saw him in flagrante?”
She shakes her head. “He has no idea and if you know what’s good for you, he never will.”
“I don’t know,” I say, tapping my chin. “Might be good blackmail fodder for later.”
“Guess I spoke too soon about you not taking advantage of me,” she jokes.
“You know I’m kidding. I would never use anything you say against you.”
We share a look that lingers probably a little too long, saved by Lucy returning with the lunch specials.
“Here you go with your chicken fried…”
I’m looking into Mac’s eyes, but when Lucy’s words drop off, I turn, and…shit. She slumps over, sliding the tray on the table into the teas, which get pushed to the floor.
Shit, shit, shit.
I would really like people to stop having healthcare emergencies right in front of me.
Chapter11
Mac
Kinleyand I immediately reach for Lucy, keeping her from sliding to the floor as she quickly regains consciousness.
“What’s…happening?” Lucy asks, out of it.
“Here, let’s get her down on the bench,” Kinley directs.
I help support Lucy while Kinley pulls the table out of the space, and we arrange her on the cushioned bench. In the meantime, we’ve created a bit of a scene, and everyone has stopped eating.
“Somebody, please call emergency services,” Kinley calls out. “And can somebody get Dr. Zamora?”
Charlene, the gossip at the hostess stand, seems to know the score and already has her phone up. “They’re calling Freddy in and will be here shortly. I’ll call Dr. Zamora now.”
Kinley pushes her purse under Lucy’s head as she blinks up at us, fear in her eyes.
“Have I lost the babies?”
Kinley shakes her head, resolute.
“Absolutely not,” she says, putting a hand on Lucy’s belly. “That’s Jaden kicking my hand right now. I bet you anything.”
Her assuredness reminds me of that night in the venue. I was afraid, but I knew Kinley would take care of me. I’m sure Lucy feels the same.
“What about Rebecca?” she asks, her voice shaking.
