“I almost lost him before I even had him. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m not a crier.” Grace rested a hand over her stomach to calm her raging butterflies.
“When we care about someone, we all turn a little crazy. I won’t tell anyone you shed a few tears.”
Chapter Fifteen
Grace draggedher suitcase behind her into the house and dropped her keys on the table in the foyer. She was finally home. The flight back had been smooth and without incident. She ignored the gazillion texts and messages that her family had been leaving for her, popping off a single text to Aunt Betty that she was fine and to spread the word. Grace was too tired to deal with visitors. Her bed was calling and she planned to sleep like a baby for the remainder of her time off.
A week later, when the wine was gone, and her books were read, she was standing at her office window staring atSam’s dark office across the street. She hadn’t heard from him. She didn’t even know if he’d returned or if they’d found any complications. Heck, she didn’t even have a way to get ahold of his family to find out how he was doing. An empty feeling settled into the pit of her stomach. The phone on her desk rang, pulling her from her thoughts. She answered it.
“This is Grace.”
“Tell me you learned all of his secrets,” Grace’s best friend, Chloe, cooed into the phone.
“Hardly, but I’m pretty sure I learned everything not to do on a wedding date if that helps.”
“So, how was it? How was he? Minus the whole getting shot thing and murder plot?”
“Someone in my family has a big mouth.”
“Of course they do. I might have run into your aunt, and she spilled the beans. I’m surprised you didn’t call me.”
“Sorry. I’ve been busy.” Busy doing nothing but avoiding having to answer questions that she still hadn’t figured out.
Chloe laughed. “Do you still think he’s awful?”
“The worst, if you mean as in a sexy, good-looking guy that has an exceptional personality, along with stamina.”
“Men with stamina are keepers,” Quinn said as she entered the office, holding her palm over her pregnant belly.
“Listen, Chloe. I’ve got to go. Quinn is eavesdropping again.”
“No problem. I’ll just be here, trying to figure out how in the hell I’m going to pay my bills and save my company.”
“I’ll help you figure it out, but I’ve got to go. Quinn is making a weird scrunching face while holding her belly.”
“Oww.” Quinn let out an earth-shattering screech and took several Lamaze-type breaths. “Fuck me,” she said between pants. “Get my ass to a hospital before this child splits me in two.”
Grace slammed down the office phone, took Quinn by the arm, and led her out of the office. “Don’t be breaking your water all over my office. Find a cork and plug that sucker up.”
Grace called out through the office to anyone in hearing distance. “Someone find my sisters and tell them Quinn’s cuss marathon has begun and to call Collin. He had a hand in making her this way. It’s only fair he should have to deal with the repercussions.”
“Fuck you. Owwww.” She screamed again as the elevator doors opened.
“Just breathe, Quinn.”
“Bite me.” Quinn held on to the elevator railing as they descended, andGrace fired off a group text to Collin and the entire family, not trusting that anyone heard her demands over Quinn’s outburst of pain.
The elevator dinged, and Cara stood outside the door, a puddle of water at her feet as she held her stomach. This was not happening. Not both sisters at once. Was this karma or payback? “Not you too?”
Cara nodded and started breathing in quick short bursts.
The security guard’s eyes bulged as he hurried to the front door, holding it open for them to pass.
Grace unlocked her car and eased both sisters in before climbing behind the wheel and peeling off down the street. There was no way in hell they were having these babies all over her leather seats.
“We’re not going to make it,” Quinn screamed. “I need drugs. God, someone give me drugs.”
“Keep your legs crossed and just breathe, Quinn,” Grace demanded.
