Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Spencer knew they all would.
Rock held out her coat and Spencer took hold of her handbag.
“Holy hell. What do you have in this thing?” Spencer asked. “This is heavy.”
She blushed. “A few things.” After Rock had her coat on, she reached out a hand for the bag.
Spencer drew it back. “I’ll carry it.”
Indie gave him a suspicious look. But Rock took hold of her hand and led her to the elevator. As she turned her back, he quickly opened her bag. Slade shot him a look.
He thought the other man was going to tell him not to do it.
“Just be quick,” Slade said. “Don’t let her see. Women are funny about their handbags.”
He opened it up and took a quick glance. Okay, no bricks like he was anticipating. There were the usual things like hand sanitizer, wallet, phone, lip balm. Then there was her gargoyle.
Had she named the stuffed toy yet?
It was cute that she was bringing him with her.
Nerves filled her as she leaned back against the bed.
Please let everything be all right.
At least the nausea had stopped and she had far more energy. She was going to need it to keep up with her men.
The sonographer lifted her top up to reveal her belly and squirted some gel on her tummy.
She jumped at the coolness and Rock let out an unhappy noise.
The sonographer froze, then glanced up at him. “Um, is everything all right?”
She glanced around at her guys, so glad they were here.
And yet wishing that Quaid was too. In her dreams, he belonged to her. He came into her room each night to watch over her like a guardian angel.
Which was a bit of a weird dream to have, if she was honest. And she kind of figured if any of her men were going to stand guard while she slept it would be Rock.
Not that he needed to. He was just the most likely to.
“Sorry,” she said. “My fault. I forgot how cold the gel is.”
“A reminder might have been appreciated,” Slade added, glaring at the sonographer.
Oh God.
The poor woman looked like she was about to run from the room.
“Can we please keep going?” she said.
“Yes, yes,” the older woman said. “My apologies for not warning you about the gel.” She moved the wand over her tummy, stopping it every so often to take some measurements. “Here you are, here’s the heartbeat.”
Relief filled her as she heard the heartbeat of her baby. She knew it was silly, but she felt better hearing it.
“It’s fast, is that all right?” Spencer asked, hovering on her left side. His hands kept twitching as though he wanted to rip the wand out of the sonographer’s hands and do it himself.
“Everything is just fine. See here is the head. And that’s a leg. Do you want to know the sex?” the sonographer asked.
“Um, no,” she said. “No thanks. I want a surprise.”
“Everything looks good,” the other woman said. “The baby is small but he or she still has time to catch up. I’ll just clean you up.”
“I’ll do that,” Spencer said, taking the cloth from her hand. “I’ve got this. Thanks.”
The poor woman practically ran out the door.
“You guys scared her off!” she scolded.
“I didn’t like her,” Spencer said.
“I’ll look into using a different hospital,” Slade added, already on his phone as Spencer fixed her clothing.
Then Rock helped her sit before crouching to put her boots back on. Standing, he lifted her off the bed and held her until she was feeling more steady.
“Come on, let’s get you home for a nap, Boo,” Slade said to her.
Oh goody.
Quaid stared down at the message from Slade.
Slade: Everything was all good with the scan. Here is an image of the baby. The big blob is the head. Apparently it’s a bit on the small side. Spencer is going to feed her up some more.
Quaid looked at the image. He couldn’t tell one end of the baby from the other.
But looking at the image made him feel . . . sad?
Shit.
He had to get over this. Over her. Besides, he had other things to do.
Like finding Billy.
And ensuring that her mother never came near her again.
He waited in the bushes. The manicured garden of the London club held a number of hiding spots, surprisingly.
But then this was just an upmarket sex club. People came here to hook up with people who weren’t their wives or husbands.
He sneered as he waited. He had gotten a tip-off from a waitress in the club that she was here. It paid to have a number of informants all over the city. Turns out he needed to have more in other areas of the country, though.
They still hadn’t located Billy. And Shepherd was starting to wonder if that was because he was six feet under.
Quaid fucking hoped not. Because he wanted to be the one to end his life.