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I heard a crash and then cursed.
Getting up from Sam’s lap, I rushed into the kitchen to find our chicken devoured and the plate that I’d set the bread on to cool licked clean on the floor.
The dog looked guilty as hell and wouldn’t look at me.
“The dog ate our dinner.” I narrowed my eyes.
Sam’s hands came around my hips and pulled me back into him. “That’s okay. I’ll just have you for dinner.”
Book:Boomtown
CHAPTER 1
Sorry, I can’t. I’m too busy raising my mother in law’s child.
-Blaine to Cheyenne
ELLIOTT
“Look,” Blaine whispered.
I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. “No. Fuck no. No, no, no. I refuse.”
“Elliott,” she whispered. “Come on.”
“This was such a bad freakin’ idea,” I continued. “I knew I should’ve stayed away from you.”
My phone rang, and I ignored it.
“Justin’s calling,” Blaine whispered, as if she kept her voice quiet, that would help quell the panic I could tell was rising in her.
“Answer it,” I suggested.
“No,” she whispered. “He’ll know something is wrong and he’ll want to know what.”
I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes. “How about you tell him that his father accidentally knocked his mother up during the baby making weather we had two months ago, and that his new son’s going to be an uncle at the age of two?”
Blaine’s breath hitched. “Did you look?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I don’t need to see the positive sign to know that you are. You’re acting just as moody at fifty as you did when Justin was born.”
“What about when I was pregnant with Tawny?” she asked.
“You were god-awful with Tawny, and I try to ignore that nine months of my life,” I joked.
She punched me in the shoulder, which actually grazed my nipple because she wasn’t looking.
Neither one of us wanted to confirm our suspicions.
“What are you two doing?” I blinked open my eyes to see Cecily, Justin’s wife, staring at us in worry. “Did you fall and can’t get back up?”
We were lying on the floor of our master suite bathroom, and the pregnancy test was on the back of the toilet about two feet away from us.
“Look at that on the back of the toilet and tell me what it says,” Blaine begged.
Cecily stepped over our bodies just as our grandson, Craig, barreled into the room.
Thinking this was a really fun game, he pounced, landing on my chest with a thud.
