I yawned again.
“But now you need to sleep.”
“Yes.” I settled my hands on my stomach. “And I need to pick up some maternity clothes at some point as well, apparently.” I’d woken up this morning to find that none of my jeans fit. My belly seemed to have popped out overnight, and I was officially showing.
Doc beamed. “Yeah, we can do that tomorrow for sure.”
“Well, let’s see Sweet Pea first,” I countered. “I have enough yoga pants to last a few days.”
Doc pulled his phone out of his pocket and smiled. “Hatch is circling the airport.”
“Really? We don’t have to grab a car?”
“Apparently not,” he said. “Let’s head downstairs.”
We made our way downstairs and outside just as a large SUV pulled to the curb and Hatch Wallace climbed out. Lordy, he was gorgeous. He seemed to just get better looking with age. Long, dark hair, a full beard, and his blue eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.
“Hey, brother,” Doc said, hugging him.
“How was the flight?” he asked, hugging me gently.
“Liv’s not feelin’ so hot, so it was rough for her.”
“I’m okay,” I rushed to say. “Just tired.”
“Let’s get you back to the house,” Hatch said, opening the back hatch. “Maisie’s made the spare room up.”
“We’re not staying at the club?” I asked.
Hatch grinned as he and Doc set our bags in the back of the truck. “If I let you stay at the compound, my woman would murder me.”
“We appreciate the hospitality,” Doc said.
“Yes,” I agreed. “Thank you.”
Hatch grinned and we climbed into the truck. As the men talked shop in the front, I closed my eyes and let the gentle sway of the car rock me to sleep.
“Hey, baby,” Doc whispered, kissing my cheek. “We’re here.”
I blinked my eyes open and found Doc’s face directly in front of me. “Hi.”
“Let’s get you inside and into bed. I’m gonna head to the club for a bit, if you’re okay with that.”
“I’m fine with anything if I get to sleep.”
He grinned. “I figured. Come on, sleepyhead, our bags are already inside.”
I nodded and followed him inside.
Maisie met us at the door, pulling me in for a gentle hug. “You must be shattered, love. Come on upstairs and I’ll show you your room,” she said in her sweet, British accent.
“You good, sweetness?” Doc asked. “I’m gonna head to the club.”
I smiled, kissing him quickly. “I’m fine, honey. I’ll see you later.”
I followed Maisie up the stairs and into a huge bedroom with its own bathroom, and she showed me where everything was. “You have fresh towels in the cupboard, but if you run out, just let me know. There’s also shampoo and conditioner, along with toothpaste and personal items, but if you need anything, please let me know.”
“We were happy to stay at the compound, but I have to say, this is better.”
