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“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Kinky.”
“You can’t even see me.”
“I felt it through the phone,” TJ replies and disconnects the call.
“He sounds mad,” I say, worrying my lip.
“He’ll be fine.”
Sarah leans back against her makeup counter. “I’d have thought he would want an entourage following him all over Nashville.”
“Yeah, me too,” I agree. “Something doesn’t quite add up withNashville Next.”
“Oh hey, while I have you both here, I have an idea to help TJ and Connor decide if they’re ready for a baby.” Kiki rubs her hands together like an evil mastermind. “I’ve done a little research, and the one I want is pricey, but I think it’s going to work.”
“Whatever it is, I’m in. Personally, I think TJ is way in over his head and he’s dragging poor Connor down with him,” Sarah says.
Kiki tells us her idea and Sarah and I agree that it’s brilliant. While Kiki and Sarah chat animatedly about the different possibilities, I start to feel queasy. Nausea spreads like fingers around my esophagus, squeezing. “Um…I’m going to go tell the crew guys to leave.”
I sprint from Sarah’s office and make it to the bathroom just in time to upend my breakfast into the toilet. The first time I thought it was the stress of being under a microscope, but now I wonder if I’m coming down with the dreaded flu that’s been going around.
Chapter 8
Connor
“It’s pissin’ catsand dogs out there.” Lex sheds his wet coat and hangs it on an empty chair. “The sky has been pure shite for two days now. Good thing yer closed, people would be spendin’ the night in here.”
“Yeah, we’d be crowded for sure with the holiday season upon us.”
“Christ, I’ve been up to ninety runnin’ all over town today. I’ll take a pint of the black stuff.”
The bar is closed today, but I came in to do some paperwork. Lex told me he was picking up Sarah from work, so I asked him to stop in for a couple of scoops first. It’s been a week since I came home to find Jean Luc Poop measuring for spitting camels, and I’m still in a twist over it. I asked Sarah the other day not to say anything to Lex until I could talk to him. Sometimes you need the advice from yer brother to give ye some perspective.
I wipe down the mahogany wood and place a fresh Guinness in front of my brother, before pulling one for myself. I raise the hatch of the bar and walk around, taking a stool next to Lex.
“What’s the craic?” he asks.
“Life is fuckin’ grand,” I grump.
“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” He quickly swipes the foam from his lips.
“TJ wants to have a baby.”
“Huh. Does he realize that’s anatomically impossible?” Lex grins into his mug. He’s always thought he was the funny one.
“You’re an eejit.” I shake my head and take a sip of beer.
“Okay, sorry, but ye left that one wide open.” He chuckles. “Look, you guys are incredible uncles, ye have a strong relationship which is a good foundation for any family. Ye have the patience of a saint—”
“Being an uncle is way different from having one of yer own. We can always give them back to ye when they turn into little monsters.”
“Aye, true. But Mum and Da help us loads and you do too. It takes a village. We wouldn’t leave ye hangin’ in the wind, that’s for sure. Didn’ ye have this discussion before ye got married?”
“Yeah, but it was down the road. Now, life is chaotic and crazy. Shite, I’m not sure we’re ready for a baby. He started dry-heaving the other day when Drew threw up in the car.” I push my fingers through my hair and shake my head. “I’m busy with the bar and TJ is…he’s…”
“Impulsive, self-centered, pushy, self-obsessed, loud, a little too charismatic, one can short of a six pack—”
I hold up my hand to shut my brother up. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I married a real wanker, didn’t I?”
