I smirked as his eyes narrowed on mine, and then he grinned. “I need to sleep,” he said as he leaned back on the chair, tipping his head back as he closed his eyes.
“You don’t sleep much anymore?” I asked as I studied his beautiful face.
“Had a lot on my mind,” he answered honestly as he remained in the position.
“Gray, don’t sleep,” I warned him as I drank my coffee, my feet tucked under my body. “Jett will be here soon.”
“I know, baby.”
I sighed in despair. He was already half-asleep. He hardly ever called mebaby; it was a term both he and Jett rolled their eyes at when they heard it used. Leaning over, I took the mug out of his hand and placed it on the coffee table. Last night, when I woke up during the night, dying of heat exhaustion because Gray Santo was spooning me in his sleep, I had slipped out of his embrace and gone to the bathroom. On the way there, I had seen the full cup of tea, and I had burned red knowing that Jett had come back when Gray and I were having sex.
I prayed it was only Jett who might have heard us. Ash didn’t need us to rub it in his face.
Ash.
He had handled it well. I mean, I know I wouldn’t have, which made me even more deplorable in my actions toward him, I knew.
I watched Gray doze in the chair, and I thought about what Ash had said. The agency wasn’t an adoption agency. Theysoldthe babies. They were going to sell my baby. Our baby.
No wonder they wanted me back to change my mind. Had they already sold my baby and would have to what? Refund the money? Did babies get sent back for a refund if the parents didn’t like them? I felt a bubble of hysteria rise at the thought, and I clamped my hands over my mouth to stop it from bursting free.
How long had the guys known about the fact that the babies were for sale? To think they thought — thathethought — that I had signed up to that, made me sick.
“It’s such a mess,” I whispered in the quiet of the room.
“What is?” Gray’s low voice in the stillness of the room made me jump.
“I thought you were asleep,” I said as he brought his head forward and opened his eyes.
“The wheels turning in your brain were enough to keep me awake,” he joked as he sat up straighter. “I’m starving. If Jett comes in here with anything other than pizza, I swear I’ll kill him.”
“You’re not allowed pizza,” I reminded him.
“I’m starving. I’ve worked a ton of calories off. I need and I deserve pepperoni pizza.”
Sighing, I shook my head in despair. “No one deserves pepperoni pizza.” I shuddered.
“You’re right, double pepperoni, extra cheese.”
“Gray!”
“Quinn!” he mocked back as he finished his coffee and stood, striding to the window to look out. His smile faded. “Well, we have pizza coming our way,” he told me as he turned back to me.
“Okay?” I looked at him and then the window. “But?”
“More than one delivery boy,” he said as he headed to my front door.
Sounded like Jett had found Ash.
I heard the murmur of voices as Gray let them in, and then they all walked into my living room.
“Hi,” Jett greeted me as he leaned over and kissed the side of my head. “Never seen you like that before,” he said as he hugged me with one arm.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for,” he told me as he kissed me again. Drawing back, he looked at me, and I saw the question in his eyes.
“I’m okay,” I assured him.
