“He got these,” JJ said, lifting up a package of powdered donuts.The white ones that left a mess on your shirt and fingers when you tried to eat them.
“And those are bad, why?”Brantley was almost positive he’d seen JJ eating those little powdered circles before.
Her eyes narrowed, and he knew he’d said the wrong thing.
“Well, it’s a good thing we got you these,” Reese told her as he set the bag on the tray beside the bed.
“They’re your favorite,” Brantley noted.
She curled her lip, reaching for the bag.“No, my favorite is—” Her eyes popped wide.“Oh my God!These are—” Her gaze slammed into Reese.“How?”
Reese grinned.“I stopped by Batter & Bliss yesterday and asked Ramona if she’d make you a couple.She made ’em fresh this mornin’.”
Tears rimmed JJ’s lashes but didn’t quite spill over as she stared lovingly at her breakfast.“Cronuts.And it’s not even Saturday.”
Brantley watched as JJ sniffled, wrapping the croissant-donut hybrid in a napkin as if it were some sort of rare delicacy.
In an effort to change the subject, Brantley wandered over to the large tub that sat in the corner of the room.It was shaped like a Jacuzzi, only there weren’t any jets.Apparently, those were bad for pregnant women, which he’d learned the first time he made the mistake of asking about it.
“Get any use out of this thing yet?”He patted the edge of the tub, knowing what the answer was.If memory served, the tub was used for water births.
“No.And we won’t if I have anything to say about it,” JJ insisted.
Based on Baz’s expression, that was a topic better left unexplored.
“Alrighty then.”He looked around the room, trying to come up with something to say.He figured talking about the large, fully tiled bathroom with its shower built for forty would likely not go over any better than if he brought up the machines discreetly tucked away behind a curtain at the head of the bed.They were tracking things like heart rates and contractions, feeding the information directly to the nurses working out there with all those flowers.
JJ nibbled on her pastry.“What’s on the agenda today?”
That was a loaded question if he’d ever heard one.But only because JJ’s mood swings were strong enough to take a fully grown man out at the knees.He wasn’t sure whether he should tell her the truth or shrug it off as though there wasn’t much to do.Either way, she would likely blow a fuse or two.
Since it was inevitable, he opted for the truth.
“We’re meeting with a coupla people.”
With the cronut halfway to her mouth, JJ paused, her eyes narrowing, green sparks flickering in them.
“People?”
Brantley nodded.
“Peoplepeople?”
He nodded again, wondering if those monitors she was hooked up to caused brain damage.
“What kinda people?”
“The human kind.”
“For what?”
Confused, he said, “For whatwhat?”
JJ’s eyes narrowed again.“What are you meetin’ them for?”
“Interviews,” he blurted because he couldn’t think of anything better.
Her gaze shifted across the room, landing on Baz briefly before swinging back and slamming into him.“Why didn’t I know about this?”
