AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Have you decided on any names yet?” I ask.
“Still working on it,” she says. “He likes a couple of old lady names, which I already vetoed, and he thinks the boy names I like are too unisex.” She rounds a hand over her stomach. “I have a weird feeling that it’s a girl.”
We both scream and throw our arms around her.
“Oh, I hope so,” I say. “What’s your number one girl name?”
Eden cracks a smile. “I like Violet.”
“Awww!” Fallon and I both clap our hands and squeal some more.
“Violet Law,” I say. “I love it.”
“Me, too,” Eden says.
“Me, three!” Fallon exclaims.
After catching up with our girl chat for another minute, I spot Fallon’s laptop laying on a nearby chair. “Any more bites for Dash?”
Fallon and Eden exchange sly looks. “Boss Man has so many bites that we’re going to need some help choosing a woman for him,” Eden tells me and mimes casting a fishing line.
“I knew it! It’s the cheekbones,” I confirm. “They could cut glass.”
“That man has more structure in his face than I’ve got in my life,” Eden says with a chuckle.
Fallon snickers. “He got over 200 messages.”
My jaw drops. “Are you kidding me? Holy crap. We need to get on it. Do you think we should tell him?”
“Now?” Eden asks, brown eyes widening.
“I think it could be a good idea,” Fallon says. “Everyone is in good spirits, including him, and you guys are back, safe and sound.”
“Okay, let’s bite the bullet,” Eden says and we all chuckle.
“I hope he doesn’t kill us,” I murmur as Fallon grabs her laptop and we head back into the living room.
Ryan reaches for Fallon and pulls her down onto his lap. “What’s up with the computer, baby?” he asks. “We’re celebrating not working.”
I sit back down beside Maddox and smother a smile. He immediately notices and threads his fingers through mine.
“What’s going on?” he asks in a low voice.
I swallow hard. “Dash is either going to murder us in a minute or possibly find a girlfriend.”
His mouth opens then he clamps it shut and snort-laughs. “He’s gonna fucking kill you,” he predicts, hazel eyes dancing with humor.
While Fallon opens her laptop, I exchange a nervous look with Eden who is now practically hiding behind Colt on the love seat. When I glance over at Dash, his teal eyes narrow.
“What’re you three up to?” he asks, voice laced in suspicion.
“You tell him, Loco,” Kane says. “He’d never hurt a pregnant woman.”
I chuckle and a muscle flexes in Dash’s angular face.
“Well,” Eden says carefully, “you know we love you, Dash, and we want to see you happy.”
“Oh, Christ,” he murmurs, sliding a hand through his thick, black hair. “What did you three do?”
