Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
“Did you and Devon basically lock yourselves in the bedroom for an entire month? That was fast!” Sailor reached back for her stroller, mirth still dancing in her green eyes.
“Not sure I want to have this conversation when the average age of this group is about two and a half.” I waved a hand toward the strollers and kids.
“The kids have no idea what we’re talking about,” Aisling said primly. “To be honest, mine is still color-blind, he’s so young.”
“There’s Rooney and Astor,” Persy reminded her with a smile. “Let’s save it for our weekly takeout night.”
“In which Belle won’t be drinking any wine.” Sailor beamed triumphantly. “More for us.”
“She won’t be going clubbing anytime soon either.” Persy seemed particularly happy by that turn of events. “Which means no one can slip anything into her drink.”
Not that it ever happened, but my sister was a worrier.
“Anyway, I hope you know we’re here for you. Whatever you need, just say the word. Although I think Devon wants to play a huge part in the pregnancy.” Persephone tilted her chin downward, inspecting me.
“Devon can screw right off. He knew the score. Wait …” I said as we resumed our walk. “How do you know that?”
“Devon couldn’t help himself. He called Cillian last night to break the good news.” Persy’s face almost splits from her huge grin. “Cillian told me.”
I made a mental note to maim Devon with the pregnancy test for his lack of discretion.
“That’s total bull. Isn’t there some lawyer code or whatever?” I complained, even though it didn’t feel half bad knowing Devon was informing the Western world he was going to be a great dad. Especially after his frigid reaction when I told him I was knocked up.
“He’s not your lawyer, dum dum.” Sailor pretended to knock on my temple. “Although, I’m pretty sure he’ll have to be at some point with the shenanigans you get yourself into.”
“Besides, he probably told Cillian not to tell, and Cillian just couldn’t help himself. My brother would give away national secrets and the state of Texas without blinking to meet his wife’s approval.” Aisling swung her gaze at Persephone with a smile.
Persy’s cheeks colored. She ducked her head. Aisling had a point. Cillian was defenseless against his wife. Hunter and Sam weren’t too good about saying no to their respective wives either.
I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad it didn’t take a bunch of time. I mean, the real risk is to keep the pregnancy. Getting pregnant was the easy part. But still.”
“Hmm, guys? I don’t mean to be a party pooper, but is it just me or is there a dude with a black coat following us?” Sailor raised an eyebrow.
“Where?” Aisling looked left and right, confused.
“Three o’clock.”
Aisling and Persephone immediately froze, subtly trying to sneak a few glances. I had less finesse than that. I turned my head sharply, narrowing my eyes at a man who was tucked behind a tree a few dozen feet from us. He was tall and broad. He wore a hat and was clad in all black from head to toe, so I couldn’t see what he looked like.
“Is this something you should tell Sam about?” Persy asked Aisling.
Aisling frowned, her eyebrows drawing together. “I don’t think so. He has no open beefs with anyone right now. Ever since he dismantled the Russians, things have been quiet. Maybe even too quiet for his taste. If he thought I was in any kind of danger, he wouldn’t let me out the door without at least two of his soldiers.”
It was true. Sam would recruit an entire army to keep Aisling safe. If she didn’t have bodyguards, that meant Sam was having a peaceful year.
“What about you?” Sailor spun to Persephone. Even though my sister’s husband was clean as a whistle in his business, there was no denying kidnapping his family was a lucrative idea.
Persy shook her head. “The Fitzpatrick clan works with a security company. All former secret service agents. We always know what level of threat we’re facing for every scenario, including kidnapping. Right now it’s low because Royal Pipeline’s stock is tanking on Wall Street.”
“Poor you,” I purred. “However will you pay your next month’s mortgage?”
All eyes drifted toward me. I looked over my shoulder again. The man was gone now, but I bet he just found another tree to hide behind.
“What?” I huffed. “Who could be going after me?”
There was one person I could think of, actually, but they were very dead.
“Maybe one of the nutcases who writes you letters?” Sailor suggested. “You’re one of the most notorious women in Boston, Belle.”
“No freaking way. Those guys can barely operate a landline, let alone plot a well-executed murder.” But I tugged redheaded Rooney closer to me, just in case. “I bet it’s just a creep who’s going to rub one off after we’re gone.”