Page 204 of The Rebel Billionaire

“How are you?” Brooke asks, pulling me back into the present. “Motherhood suits you.”

“I think so. I thought I’d be bored, but… I’m loving every moment, even the sleepless nights.”

“And David?” I ask.

“Logan has his daddy jumping through hoops. He’s even getting up and doing the three AM feed.”

“That’s why he’s been blowing the boys off,” I say.

“Needs his beauty sleep when he can,” she adds, but knowing my friend, I’m sure he’s loving every minute of his parental duties.

Logan starts to grizzle in his pram.

Brooke is up and staring down at him, her face filled with wonder.

“He’s gorgeous,” she says.

“You can get him out and have a cuddle if you want,” Callie says.

Brooke’s face is a picture as she grins and stoops, scooping him up, cradling him against her chest.

“Hello, gorgeous boy,” she says, her eyes never leaving his face as he blinks up at her.

“Would you like to give him a bottle? He’s a hungry devil, and I’m having to substitute some of his feeds.”

“Really?” Brooke asks.

“Please. He’s fussy when I try to give him anything other than breast milk.”

“My sister-in-law had the same issue. My brothers would fight over who was going to feed him,” she says, offering more insight into her family life.

She takes a seat as Callie undoes a bottle carrier and hands her the bottle.

I watch in fascination as she feeds Logan like an expert.

“You look like you’ve had practice,” Callie says.

“A little,” she says, keeping her focus on the baby in her arms, cooing until he’s done. She drapes a linen cloth over her shoulder, settles him against it and rubs circles on his back. He snuggles in, letting out a tiny belch.

My chest constricts.

“Oh wow, I need you at two a.m.,” Callie says, her eyes never leaving Brooke and her son.

“He’s adorable,” Brooke says, moving him away and handing him back to Callie. “I’d better get back to work. Those reports on my desk need to be out by the end of the day.”

I want to tell her she doesn’t have to, but that’s not true. We’ve also talked about life in and out of the office.

“It was lovely to see you, Brooke.”

“You, too.”

She leaves us, closing the door behind her.

Callie turns, and I can’t miss the look in her eyes.

“This isn’t just a social call,” I say. “You’re here to hand in your resignation.”

“You always could read me.”