Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“Thanks, Trin.” She heaved a deep and dramatic sigh. “But I hate that I’m missing out on seeing the kids.”
“I’m sure that’s the only thing you that’s giving you FOMO,” I drawled, shaking my head.
“Okay, maybe I’m a little more upset about losing out on the chance to name the baby.”
Her soft admission made me grin. “Uh-huh.”
“C’mon, have pity on your poor big sis,” she wheedled. “The very least you could do is promise to let me help you brainstorm names. I’m the creative one, so I’ll come up with some awesome options for you to consider.”
I grinned as I finally reached the front of the line. “I guess I can consider your oh-so helpful offer, since you asked so nicely.”
“Or if it’s a girl, you could just pick Tabara.”
Her suggestion didn’t surprise me since she’d already tried to talk Tane into naming one of the girls after her. Not that I could be upset with her for it since I had too. “Sorry, sis. If Calliope is carrying another baby girl and I decided to use one of our names, it would be mine.”
“I should’ve known you’d take advantage of the situation like that, even though it’ll be weird for one of Tane’s daughters to be named after you when I’m the oldest,” she grumbled.
I barely stifled my laughter at her irritation. Pushing her buttons was a lot of fun, but I didn’t want to rub this in too much since I would have been feeling envious if our roles were reversed. “Shouldn’t you be too busy on your sewing machine to bother me?”
Tabara’s career involved a heck of a lot more than just sewing, so I knew my little jab would distract her. “Geesh, you’re awfully cranky today.”
One of the car rental agency representatives gestured in my direction, giving me the perfect excuse to end the call. “Sorry, Tab. I’ve got to run so they don’t give my car away to someone else. Talk to you later.”
I walked over to the counter after disconnecting the call and was incredibly frustrated when I left with keys in my hand. I’d only been joking when I told my sister that they might give my car away, but the agency had somehow overbooked the vehicle class I’d reserved, so that was exactly what had happened. I’d been looking forward to putting the top down on the convertible for my two-hour drive to Timber Ridge, but I was stuck with rolling the windows down on an economy car instead. By the time I was pulling into the rinky-dink town where my brother lived, my crankiness level was at an all-time high. Jabbing my finger against the screen of my cell phone, I called my brother and switched it to speaker before he answered. “Are you close?”
I switched over to the map on my cell to check my estimated time of arrival. “I should be at your house in about five minutes.”
“Try not to sound so happy to be here. I don’t think I can handle all the love you’re sending my way.”
“I’d be careful if I were you. If you give me too much of a hard time, I’ll turn this car around and drive straight back to New York.” The second he saw me pull into their driveway, Tane would realize that I was bluffing since there was no way I’d ever drive this car that far. But he had no way of knowing that yet, so at least I could tease him about it until I got there.
“You can’t do that,” he growled. “The kids would never forgive you for it.”
“Hmm”—my lips curved up in a grin that bled into my tone—“are you sure it’s your children that you’re worried about me disappointing? Or are you pissed about the possibility of losing your alone time with Calliope?”
He sighed, his frustration palpable through the line. “When you’re mated, you’ll get where I’m coming from.”
“I don’t see that happening anytime soon, so I guess I’ll just have to pretend to understand.” I drove past the small downtown area, where most of the lights in the storefronts were already turned off even though it was only early evening. As a night owl, it wasn’t a welcome sight. One of the great things about living in New York City was that a ton of places stayed open late, some even around the clock. Not that it really mattered for this trip since I couldn’t leave the kids home alone to do some late-night shopping. “As long as you keep in mind that you owe me big for helping you out. I’m not sure that naming rights for the newest baby is going to be enough to pay me back for staying somewhere without a decent restaurant.”
4
Damon
“Dude. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Cason slammed the pan he’d just finished rinsing into the dishwasher. Leaning his hip against the counter, he folded his arms over his chest while he glared at me.