She didn’t care whether the baby was a boy or girl, but knowing somehow made Tiny Badass more real. More tangible.
“That’s amazing.” He hugged her tighter, her baby belly squashed between them.
“Little Harley,” she murmured.
During their little chat, they’d also agreed on names. Harley for a girl. Xander for a boy.
“She’ll always be Tiny Badass to me,” Bax said against Courtney’s hair.
“I can’t believe you dropped our burritos,” she said, gripping the cotton of his shirt so he wouldn’t try to pick them up yet. This was their moment to just be… them.
“Got a little distracted,” he said, low and rumbly.
“I should call the moms. Let them know. Let Linx know.”
“Agreed.” He pulled away, picked up the sack, and motored to the kitchenette. “Are you feeling salsa or no? I had them put it on the side.”
“As long as it’s not too spicy.” Because heartburn.
“I got the blandest I could find.” He flashed a grin, and things were good.
Excellent.
“Courtney.” Linx knocked on the door. He knocked again. “Courtney.”
Courtney opened it, and Linx looked her over like he was waiting for her to say something.
“Hey, big brother.”
Linx looked at Bax funny, like he wasn’t sure what was going on.
“Everything okay?” Linx asked, cautious and with substantial side-eye at Bax.
“Better than okay. We found out Tiny Badass is a little girl.” There wasn’t any news that could pop that balloon of excitement.
Linx grinned. “That’s fantastic. I love nieces.”
“Did you need something?” Courtney asked, because she had a breakfast burrito and celebrating to get to.
“Yeah. Uh.” Linx shook his head. “No.”
“What are you not telling me?” Courtney’s radar pinged that there was something up with him—something she wouldn’t like.
“Ask Bax,” Linx said, again with the side-eye toward Bax.
“Ask Bax what?” Bax asked.
“Ask Bax about Em,” Linx said, and he didn’t sound happy about it. Then again, whenever they talked about Em, he rarely sounded happy. “Or check your social media and see for yourself.”
Bax turned pale. “Courtney—”
What had Em done now? Courtney pulled out her phone, and her notifications had blown up.
They had planned no promotions for the morning, since this was a down day. Lay low. Concert tonight and then headed to Telluride. Then back to Denver.
Swiping her thumb across the screen, she scrolled through her social media.
Linx was correct in that there were developments. Paparazzi photos.
