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“Not gonna happen.”
Dylan flashed him the shaka, then disappeared into the Jeep.
Gray’s eyes darted back to Luke. “Do not let him hit on my girl when I leave.”
Luke smirked. “I’ll do my best, but honestly, Dylan’s kind of irresistible when he’s not being an asshole.”
“Fucking surfers,” Gray grumbled as he stalked away.
Chuckling, Luke settled in the Jeep next to Dylan only to find his friend staring wide-eyed at his phone. “What’s wrong?”
“Change of plans. We’re heading to the hospital.”
“What? Why?”
Tossing the phone, Dylan fired up his ride. “Because it’s time to go meet your niece.”
Chapter thirty-two
Twentyminuteslater,theyarrived at the hospital, and when Luke and Dylan slipped into the recovery room one of the night nurses directed them to, they immediately spotted an aggrieved-looking Kyle seated outside a bed drawn with a curtain.
His tense expression relaxed as he reached out to tag their hands. The man wore navy track pants and a white soccer jersey. Luke knew this was because Kyle had spent much of the day at one of his sister’s tournaments. What Luke didn’t know was why Kyle’s spiritwear appeared to be marred with blood stains.
Before Luke could question him on the issue, a kittenish-sounding wail rose from the opposite side of the curtain.
A stressed male voice rose over the din. “I think we should call Nurse Nancy back in.”
Evidently, Paul had made it home from Utah. Luke’s sister didn’t sound too pleased with him at the moment.
“I do not need Nurse Nancy again,” Mary snapped.
“But you heard what she said,” Paul pressed. “Some women have inverted nipples which make it difficult for babies to latch. And yoursarea little on the flat side.”
Mary sniffled.
Kyle — clearly having reached his limits — hopped up and ripped the curtain open. “Her nipples are fine.”
Paul yanked the bed sheet up, attempting to conceal the nipples in question. “Excuse me,” he said to Kyle, “but we could use some privacy here.”
“For Pete’s sake,” Mary cried, gaze swinging up from the squalling bundle in her arms. “Kyle’s already seen my vagina explode today. Do you really think I care if he sees my useless, flat nipples at this point?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, back that up!” Luke said before he could stop himself. Because Jesus, did he really want to know about his sister’s vagina exploding?
“Damn,” Dylan chimed in beside him, “what’d we miss?”
Mary’s eyes lit as they landed on them. “Oh my god, you’re here! Come meet Frankie!” They sidled past a blustering Paul to stand at Mary’s left shoulder. “Isn’t she cute?” Mary gushed.
Luke peered down at his niece. She had a cap of sweaty black hair, plump rosy cheeks, and a dark pink bowtie of a mouth that was a miniature replica of her mother’s.
Yeah, she was cute.
Cute and hungry as hell as she continued to root around at the boob.
“You did good,” Luke said, dropping a kiss on his sister’s forehead.
She smiled, gaze flickering to Kyle. The two shared a look. An oddly intimate one that Luke couldn’t interpret. One that drew his best friend closer to his sister.
Kyle stopped at Mary’s other shoulder. She let out a soft gasp, glancing back down at her daughter. “There. She’s got it.”
