“The best,” he said without missing a beat. “Courtney’s the best.”
Then he turned toward the hotel, and he didn’t have to look back to know that Em had already disappeared.
She was good at that.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Courtney
Courtney should’ve been sleeping.Sleeping made more sense.
But her phone woke her, she got news, and now she paced through the five-star suite, the cushy carpet between her toes.
To the window. Turn. Back to the wet bar.
Chewed on her fingernails.
Forced herself to stop because that was a habit she didn’t want to get started up again.
Where is he?
She tugged at the hem of one of Bax’s kick-assRolling StonesT-shirts she’d slept in. Bax T-shirts and Bax boxers had become her sleepwear of choice—though usually he removed them about halfway through the night.
The email that came through? It made her antsy. Made her pace the room, her hand at her lower back as a counterbalance to the baby in the front.
“Where are you, Bax?” she whispered to the empty room.
As though on cue, the keycard clunked in the door, and Bax was there.
She went to him, went straight into his arms.
He didn’t ask questions, just wrapped her in his comfort, inhaling deep.
“You okay?” he asked finally.
She nodded. Looked up at him. Met his gaze head-on.
“Tiny Badass is a little girl.” She choked a little on the last word.
They’d spent most of the pregnancy certain that they didn’t want to know. Wanted to wait to find out.
And then…
They’d talked. Decided they wanted to know.
Courtney’d gone to get some blood work drawn for a genetic test just to be sure everything was fine. (Everything was fine.)
As a by-product of the test, they could also know the birth sex of their baby.
The lab sent that information over this morning.
Two X chromosomes meant… a little girl.
“What?” He dropped the paper sack in his grip, so it hit the ground with a thud.
“It’s a girl.” She did a jazz-hands ditty and lifted on her toes to graze her lips against his.
He seemed a little shell-shocked. She could totally relate, since that was her reaction too.
