“Well?”
I shrug:Dunno what you’re talking about. “Did I miss something?”
“You don’t answer your phone ... you don’t call.” Leaning back in his chair, Fin gives a careless flick of his wrist. “I was beginning to think you didn’t love us anymore.”
“Babe, you know I’ll always have time for you in my life.”
Fin flips me the finger, and Oliver gives a pained sigh.
Sitting up, I reach for the bottle of water we each have set in front of us, along with a portfolio including the meeting’s agenda. Oliver is a stickler for protocol. Ignoring the accompanying glass, I crack the lid and gulp it down.
It’s all good—this is typical Fin and me. I’m prepared to catch some shit for dropping off the face of the planet for a few days. Some things are just more important than making money.
“What is this I’m seeing?” From his seat at the middle of the table, Fin waggles his finger as though to indicate my face. “This is something new.”
“What?”
Fin sits straight and gives a gasp, like Oliver’s maiden aunt. Not that he has a maiden aunt, but if he did, she’d sound like that. “You’ve won her over, haven’t you?” Fin’s demand is narrow eyed.
“Well ...” I bite back a burgeoning grin. If only he knew.
“So that’s where you’ve been? You hydrate, my friend,” he says, tipping his own water bottle on its side before rolling it down the long art nouveau–era meeting table.
Oliver gives a pained wince at the sound.
“We’ll get you some electrolytes,” Fin adds as the bottle rolls off the edge and into my hands. “Call Andrew back,” he says, glancing Oliver’s way. “Let’s get this man a protein bar, stat.”
“Thanks for your concern,” I drawl with good humor. “But I’m all good.”
“Yeah, I can see that. You’re smiling like a lunatic.”
“That’s because I have news.”
“News other than you’ve won her over?” From the far end of the table, Oliver examines me over the rims of the dark glasses he doesn’t like to admit he needs.
“That the sight of you no longer makes her sick?” Fin puts in.
“Har-dee-fuckin’-har.”
“So when do we get to meet the unlucky lady?” Fin waggles his brows ridiculously.
“Soon, I reckon.”
The idea of waiting twelve weeks before announcing the pregnancy went out the window with my sister’s visit.Thanks, Clo.Letty’s reaction was better than I’d expected, to be honest. She seemed pleased. Or maybepleasedisn’t the right word.Vindicated?Looking forward to me joining the parenting club? I’m not sure. Though I am certain she has thoughts and opinions, she was kind enough to keep them to herself. For now.
“We should have dinner,” Fin continues. “I mean, as long as that sickness isn’t contagious.”
“Definitely not contagious.” I brush a finger against the bridge of my nose, my words seeming to end in a curl. “She was, ah, sick for another reason.”
“I imagine it was shock.” Oliver’s gaze returns to the papers in his hand.
“A bit of that. A bit of something else.”
“What something else?” Fin pulls a face—a suspicious twist to his expression. Then, “No. No fucking way!”
“I’m gonna be a dad.”
Oliver lowers his papers slowly this time. Fin, meanwhile, looks like his jaw just unlocked at the hinges.
