Page 134 of Wilde Flame

“Well, I’m currently craving chicken and dumplings. I was going to head into town to the store to get everything to make them. Want me to pick up anything?”

I shook my head. “I can’t think of anything. I can run into town for you, after the meeting.”

She stood, leaned down, and kissed me. “I need to swing by the store and check on a few things, but thank you. What time should I have dinner ready?”

“I don’t think this meeting will take long. It should be wrapped up by four.”

“Perfect. Tell everyone I said hi.”

She turned to leave, and I reached for her hand. Standing, I cupped her cheek. “Be careful, okay?”

Another brilliant smile lit her face. “I will. See you soon.”

“See you soon.”

I watched as she walked out of my office, my hand going to my chest. There was no doubt about it. I was head over heels in love with Lilibeth.

After the meeting, my father made his way over to sit beside me. “How was the appointment?”

“It was great.”

“Do we know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“We sure do.”

He leaned closer, a smile on his face. “You can tell me, I won’t tell a soul.”

A bark of laughter came out of my mouth as I tossed my head back. “You’re not serious, are you?”

He looked offended. “Of course I’m serious. You don’t trust me?”

“Hell no, I don’t trust you, Dad! I’d trust Gatlin with that information before you.”

“What information?” Gatlin asked, as he joined us.

“Caden knows the sex of the baby and won’t tell me.”

Gatlin nodded. “Smart man.”

My father drew back and stared at my brother. “I’m sorry? What did you just say?”

Rolling his eyes, Gatlin said, “Everyone knows you can’t keep a secret, Dad.”

Folding his arms over his chest, my father said, “I can so keep a secret.”

“What about the time we were throwing Mom a surprise birthday party, and your only job was to get her out of the house and bring her back by a certain time. You broke down and told her about the party.”

“I had to tell her!” our father protested. “She was asking all kinds of questions! I can’t lie to your mother.”

I pointed at him. “And that’s why I’m not telling you.”

“You can tell me, though,” Gatlin stated, waggling his brows.

“Not telling you, either. You’ll all find out when Lilibeth is ready to tell everyone.”

Gatlin groaned. “Please tell me you’re not doing one of those stupid gender reveal parties.”

“We aren’t. We’ll most likely tell everyone at Sunday dinner, though.”