But it was Denver who said, “You’re what?”
Everyone started talking at once.
Surprise was the most common reaction.
But it was Mable who said, “This is fantastic. Odin, will you deliver my child?”
Silence.
Odin frowned. “I don’t think…”
“Of course he will.” I slapped my hand over his mouth. “Just keep your men in line. Odin’s a fucking professional.”
Odin snorted behind my hand.
Romeo grumbled something dark that sounded like “over my dead body.”
“Do you realize that the closest town to here is over an hour and a half away?” she asked. “And sure, there are other doctors that could probably deliver us at the hospital, but I want an established doctor here.”
More grumbling.
“Maybe we can convince an OB to move here…” Odin said.
“There is an OB here,” Mable grumbled. “But she’s not taking any more patients. I’ve tried.”
“Bummer,” I murmured.
Sorcha laughed. “This should be a lot of fun.”
Thirty
Living with you is like being in jail. I never know when I’m going to be fucked or shanked.
—Odin to Constance
Constance
I was cold.
As in, freezing my hands off, about to go into shock cold.
And not because of getting lost or anything.
But because I couldn’t move.
Why couldn’t I move?
Because when I’d been hiking earlier, we’d gone off course again. Peanut had taken me to a stream with water, and I’d gotten the most up close and personal photos of a family of owls that I’d ever had the chance of seeing.
It was the absolute cutest thing in the world.
As I took shot after shot, Peanut curled into my side.
Possum watched from a branch above our heads, watching the owls like they were about to commit murder.
Possum and Peanut got along as well as could be expected now.
But Possum was still very protective of me.
