Tabitha elbowed him as she took over.
“We’re pregnant,” she grinned.
Everyone cheered and hugged, backslapping the happy couple, until…
“Sheila,” she turned to her sister who hadn’t moved from her desk. “Did you hear? You’re going to be an aunt.”
Sheila looked up from her computer and blinked.
“I heard. You’re pregnant. It’s about time,” she deadpanned.
Everyone cracked up.
CHAPTER 27
Jett had been awfully quiet.Something Trask wasn’t used to.
Normally, the gregarious woman was the life of the party; happy, full of anecdotes, engaging. Tonight, even though the mood was jovial at the restaurant after such a successful grand opening, her characteristic, over-the-top participation was lacking.
Trask wondered if she was sick.
“Are you feeling okay?” he broached, leaning in to ask her privately, in case it was something like…women troubles.
She gave a start, as if she’d been so deep in her own head, she hadn’t noticed him moving closer.
“Uh, fine,” she answered in a lackluster way, stirring the ice cubes in the drink she’d barely touched.
Now, Trask wasreallyconcerned.
Jett might be scattered, but she never disassociated.
Making an executive call, he tossed down the napkin he’d just used to wipe pizza from his mouth, and stood up.
Speaking of pizza, it was normally Jett’s favorite, but she’d barely nibbled one slice.
“I think it’s time for us to call it a night,” Trask told the assemblage.
“Right behind you, bro.” Spence gave a wide yawn, stretched, and brought his arm down purposely over Tabitha’s shoulder.
Right. Tired.Trask wished he’d have that problem tonight. He’d bet every amount of money that Spence and Tabbi would be getting busy, but he had a feeling, by Jett’s appearance, that sex wasn’t going to be on the agenda.
His brother mock-yawned again. “It’s been a long day, and we’re back at it again, tomorrow, you know.”
That much was true. After some research, they’d all decided that Diver Downeast would be closed on Mondays and Tuesdays. Weekends were just going to be too busy if they had foot traffic like today, to think about taking Saturday and Sunday off.
Trask had informed Mason that the gym sessions he’d been running for SWAT, were off the table, at least for a while, and his brother had understood. His Dad, however, was actually pleased that Trask would be taking over at the mill during the first two days of the week. That made four-day weekends possible for his parents.
“Spoilsports,” Buck snorted at his tablemates, but as soon as Bobbie joined in on Spencer’s yawn, he changed his tune. “Okay. Maybe it is time to hit the road.”
“Great job today, everybody,” Spence said as he stood up and pulled Tabbi’s chair out for her, retrieving her coat from the back of it and holding it out.
“Indeed,” Trask agreed, commencing to do the same for Jett, but before he could move, the confounding woman was on her feet and putting on her own winter jacket.
What the fuck was wrong? She wasn’t even looking at him tonight. The apathetic way she’d been interacting with him this evening was one thing, but a total brush-off? Maddening.
Trask barely remembered that he was in the middle of responding to Spence.
“Uh…tomorrow,” he picked up, “we should send out some press releases to the local newspapers and news stations with pictures of how things went today.”
