I see Nathan from my peripheral vision staring daggers at me, then glance back at Ethan, who shakes his head. It's clear from the smile adorning his face and Char’s that neither Nathan nor I will dull their glow.
“Want to meet them?” Char asks as she pulls out the sonogram. Is she fucking serious? Of course, I do.
Nathan and I rush forward simultaneously, and his masculine scent, accompanied by the smell of coffee and spearmint, washes over me just as Ethan steps in our path.
“Children,” Ethan scolds us as he takes the image from Char and holds it in front of us.
What am I looking at?
“I’ll be good. Let me get a better look.” I hold out my hand, wiggling my fingers, itching to get hold of it.
As soon as Ethan relinquishes it to me, I feel the heat from Nathan’s body and his hot breath as he leans over my shoulder.What the fuck?
I shove my elbow into his ribs, but he’s solid and doesn’t even blink. I can’t ignore the soft laugh from Char either. I’m glad she thinks this is funny.
But what irritates me even more than him right now is that I can’t make heads or tails out of the damn sonogram.
“I don’t get it,” I admit, defeated, as I turn the sonogram, trying to see if the angle will make a difference.
Suddenly, Nathan's callused palm covers my hand, holding me in place, and my breath hitches, shocked by his touch.
I try my hardest to breathe and ignore the heat from his palm when he says, “There, see? Baby number one and baby number two.” His deep baritone voice makes the hairs on my neck rise, and I have no idea why.
He uses his other hand to point at the image, and I pull a face as I try to see what he does, but the truth is, I still can’t.
“Can I take a photo?” I move to pull my phone out, and thankfully it gives me a little more breathing room from the giant right behind me. If I can get a photo, I am sure I can study it later.
“Of course,” Char says, her voice full of warmth.
And then, a big hand moves over the image with a phone in its grasp.
“I was first.” I let out a deep breath through my nose. It’s taking everything in me to refrain from digging my heel into his foot or turning around and kneeing him in his junk.
When I’m satisfied I have a good enough photo, I glance up as the envelope is passed towards us, and of course, Nathan grabs for it too.
“Guys,” Ethan says in warning. Someone is taking their role of becoming a dad seriously and deep down, I can’t deny how happy that makes me, but why, oh why does this irritating arsehole have to be his cousin?
“Come on, you big lug.” I pull on Nathan's hand. “We can’t open it here.” There’s no way I can do it and not shoot my mouth off by accident. I drag Nathan towards the front door, knowing he’s humouring me. Let's face it, he’s built like a shit brick house. And I suddenly wonder if he fights too.
“Okay, bye,” I hear him call out behind us, followed by Ethan and Char's laughter as the front door closes.
As soon as we’re outside, I drop his hand like it's on fire.
He smirks, and I glare at him.
“Something funny?”
His eyes crinkle as he smiles. And I can’t help but notice how his hazel eyes light up with amusement. And do not even get me started on those full lips of his, the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, and he knows it too.
“Are you going to keep eye-fucking me, or are we going to see what sex the babies are?”
My mouth falls open, there are so many things wrong with that sentence, and I want to tell him as much, but I don’t have time. I need to get to the bar; we have a stock take this morning.
“Unless you want to go from frenemy straight to enemy, behave,” I retort as I open the envelope. “You’re so bloody annoying.” I huff under my breath.
“As are you, Tinker Bell.”
I roll my eyes, pull out the piece of paper, and unfold it. Nathan comes to stand beside me, and I swear we both simultaneously hold our breaths as we read.
