As soon as he saw the forest of flowers, all sitting pretty in their giant glass vases, Brantley cleared his throat and nudged Reese.
“Stop it,” Reese muttered.
“Is it hot outside?”JJ asked, shifting so that she was sitting up.
“Not unusually.Why?”Brantley asked.
JJ pointed at Reese.“Your face is red.”
Brantley choked on a laugh.
“Chocolateandstrawberry,” Reese said, lifting the bag, clearly wanting to change the subject.
“You know me so well.”She smiled, and it reached her eyes.
“You’re in a good mood,” Brantley acknowledged, making his way to her bedside.
“I have two beautiful, strong babies.Of course I’m in a good mood.”She took the sack from Reese, opened it.“What did you think of that meeting?”
Brantley shook his head.He honestly didn’t want to discuss it.He needed time to process.
“I don’t really know what to think right now,” Reese told her.
“I think I’m glad I wasn’t there.”Her nose scrunched.“Decker was fourteen?”
If he didn’t want to discuss the meeting, Brantley damn sure didn’t want to think aboutthat, so he changed the subject.“The team’s workin’ on getting the information together.I think we’ll know which direction to go tomorrow.”
Her green gaze was inquisitive.“I didn’t realize there was a direction.”
“This is Simon’s deal.If there’s a story, I don’t think it’s the one he started out thinking it was.”
“Finding Meredith Prescott?”JJ put the straw in her mouth, sucked on it as she shook her head.“No.I don’t think so, either.But there’s something.”
“Did Baz make it back yet?”he asked, looking around, changing the subject again.
“Yeah.He’s with Wes.They’re checking on the babies.”
“Any updates from the doctor?”
JJ’s eyes glittered, and Brantley was positive that was hope he saw reflected there.
“They’re doin’ better than expected.The doctor said they might change the minimum from ten days to seven.”
“Well, that’s good news.”
“I know, right?”Her eyes teared up.“I can’t wait to get them home.”
“Do these babies have names yet?”Reese asked, dropping into a chair near the bed.
JJ sighed.“I can’t decide.”
“What are you working with?”Brantley perched on the corner of the bed.
Laughing, she said, “Too much and not enough.”
“Why not name the boy after Baz?”
“Uh … no,” she said emphatically.“Sebastian’s too long.”
