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“Who wants to know?”
“Maverick.”
I sighed. “Fine. What do you need? And by the way, I’m not babysitting your child when she’s born unless you intend to pay me handsomely. I’m talking big bucks, no brotherly discount, either. You want the best, you’re gonna pay, sucker.”
His snort echoed through the room so loudly, Christian shot him an irritated glance. Not that there was anything unusual about that. Christian was perennially stern and annoyed when anyone seemed to be having too much fun.
“The best? You are literally terrible with children. You practically develop hives when one gets near you.”
I couldn’t argue with the truth. “Yeah, but babies love me. I have a winning personality. Now out with it. What do you want?”
“Tab and I are taking an impromptu babymoon tonight.”
“Say what? You’re not married yet.” I leaned back in my chair, lacing my fingers behind my head. “Damn sinners. I can’t abide by such shenanigans in such a proper town.”
He wisely kept his snicker at a low enough volume not to alert Christian. “A babymoon is a honeymoon you have before the baby comes. Because after you have a baby, there isn’t much honeymooning.”
“Is a biological lesson next? Can I ask questions?” I sat up and grabbed my notebook and pen. “What are the odds a vasectomy will fail? Do you know exact percentages?”
“Shut up. It’s just our last chance to connect pre-kid. You understand, right?”
“Connectbeing euphemism for fuck? Sure.” I tossed my pen back on my desk.
Brady sighed and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. “I pity the woman who gets saddled with you someday.”
“What does this ‘connecting’ event have to do with me and my weekend?”
“We can’t bring the dogs. Can you watch them?”
“Both of them?” I frowned. “At one time?”
“Uh, yes. The hotel doesn’t allow pets.”
“Hotel? Where are you going? I mean, location is nice and all, but haven’t you done it enough by now that a mint on the pillow isn’t going to improve things much?” I rubbed my chin and considered shaving yet again. I was still deciding if I liked this thicker scruff or not. “Besides, is she even still able to move?”
Brady’s brows lifted toward his hairline. “Are you seriously asking if my fiancée can still have sex?”
“It’s a reasonable question. She’s quite…robust right now.”
“Good save,” Christian called from his desk while I chuckled behind my hand.
“Robust or not, things are just fine in that department. So can you help out your favorite brother and almost sister-in-law,” he rushed on when I opened my mouth to say no, “who made you your favorite Boston Cream cake last week, just because?”
“Damn good cake.” I tipped my head. “I wouldn’t mind another one.”
“I’ll see if it can be arranged.”
“Did you forget how your dogs rile up my dog?”
“More like the other way around,” Brady said wryly. “Never thought I’d see the day when Mav the stud was carting around a yippy priss of a dog with a pink bow in her hair.”
“I’ll have you know Francie is irresistible to anyone in any age bracket. Just as I am.”
“Sure you want to test that theory in the Cove?”
“Yeah, well, at least I’m smart enough to wrap it up.”
“You’re just jealous.” Brady hopped off the desk and I didn’t argue, because I sort of was.
