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He snorted. “I doubt anyone did.”
“It’ll be all right.” She sounded as though she was convincing herself as much as him.
“It will be,” he agreed, hoping it hadn’t crossed her mind that she’d now have to give birth to two babies. Although maybe that wouldn’t bother her, considering her job. She’d probably participated in plenty of births, even if they weren’t human.
Doctor Vink wiped Gabby’s skin clean and put the device away. They set the date for their next appointment and Doctor Vink jotted it on a card along with their expected due date. Seeing the numbers in black and white made it real. These babies weren’t a concept or something that would happen in the distant future. They were less than six months away.
Holy shit, he was so unprepared.
He kept an arm around Gabby as they left the hospital. They were passing through a corridor near the waiting area when a man coming the other way glanced at Gabby and stopped abruptly. He clearly worked at the hospital as he was wearing scrubs and a hairnet. He smiled at her in greeting, his eyes startlingly blue as they swept over her and lit up with approval. Logan resisted the urge to glare at him.
“Hi, Tristan,” Gabby said, smiling back. “I didn’t know you worked at the hospital.”
“I’m a surgeon.” He looked more delighted to see her than Logan would like. How did they know each other? It wasn’t as if Gabby had lived in the area for long, and she was usually working. Could Tristan be one of the men she’d dated earlier in the year, when she seemed to be out with a new man every second night? Jealousy bubbled inside him. He had no right to it, but couldn’t seem to tamp it down.
“This is Logan,” she said, nudging him with her elbow. “We’re here for our first prenatal appointment.” She looked up at Logan. “I met Tristan after having blood drawn for the test. He has the cutest little boy.”
Logan relaxed. If the good doctor had a son, he was probably married. “Nice to meet you, mate.”
“You, too.” They shook hands. Tristan’s grip was firm but not tight. Another good sign. He wasn’t trying to get one up on Logan. But then Tristan turned back to Gabby and said, “I haven’t heard from you.”
Logan scowled. Perhaps he wasn’t married.
“Everything has been crazy,” Gabby said. “But I’m definitely keen to talk.”
They smiled at each other, and it was just a bit too mutually adoring. He’d bet Shane wouldn’t be opposed to the good doctor dating his sister. Tristan had a son, so he knew how to be a dad. He had a well-paying, respectable job. He was everything Gabby had been looking for, and all that she deserved. But Logan couldn’t stand there and watch them make eyes at each other.
He placed a hand on Gabby’s back. “We’d better get going. She’s worn out and needs her rest.”
Tristan’s eyes met his, assessing him, then he nodded. “I’ll talk to you later, Gabby.”
Gabby called a quick goodbye as Logan steered her away.
“What was that about?” she demanded once they’d rounded a corner and Tristan was out of sight.
“Nothing,” he grumbled.
“Uh-huh.” Her tone was rich with disbelief.
Logan’s stomach churned. “Did he ask you on a date?”
“What?” She sounded shocked. “No. He’s a single dad and he said I could ask him any questions I have about parenting. That’s all there is to it.”
Somehow, he doubted it. More likely, Tristan had seen her pregnancy as a way to get close to her. He knew how men thought. The guy had definitely been interested in her as more than a fellow parent. Logan should be happy for her, but he hated the thought that she might already be imagining Tristan as the doting husband in her happily ever after. His fingers curled into his palm.
She’s not yours.
14
Gabby rolled up to Sanctuary,the bed and breakfast by the beach, late on Saturday evening. She’d managed to get through another day without being sick, and Dylan had come to take Princess out for a ride, which had been a weight off her mind.
Now, she was here for the cocktails and cupcakes night that some of the local women held sporadically. Charity had invited her. At first, she’d declined, because being around alcohol wasn’t really what she felt like, but when Charity said that Megan, the local cupcake maker and one of the sweetest women on the planet, wanted to throw a mocktails-themed event in her honor, she couldn’t say no.
She tucked the cranberry juice and tropical fruit juice she’d bought under one arm and let the dogs out of the back of the car. Megan and her partner Tione, the B&B’s cook, had four dogs that Thelma and Louise loved playing with. Gabby led her girls around the back of the sweeping early 1900s villa and left them happily sniffing the three largest of Tione’s dogs while she entered the kitchen through the side door.
“Gabby!”
She was engulfed in a warm embrace that smelled faintly of cream and sugar. Faith.
