Page 99 of Magnetic God

“Oh, Angel, I’m the very best.”

He pads to the closet. I’m already packed, so I can relax and try not to freak myself out about if I’m pregnant.

I reach for my phone and send Isa a text.

Isa

I can’t wait to see you! How’s everything going?

Is there a male equivalent of a Bridezilla for a baby shower? A Dadzilla?

Sure, LOL. What’s he doing?

He made the event planner cry because there weren’t enough balloons.

Were there?

YES!

Does he know you’re going to reveal the gender at the shower?

No, and I can’t wait!

It’s going to be epic.

Is Greer there yet?

Not yet. Her meeting in New York ran late. She’s getting in at the same time as Grant Carter.

Grant Carter is coming to the shower?

Believe me, I was just a shocked, but Alessandro said it’s because it looks good for him to be seen at events like that.

Well, I won’t hold you up. Let me know if you need me to bring anything!

Just your smiling face.

And maybe a tranquilizer for my husband.

I bark out a laugh as Brook walks out of the closet.

He looks down. “What? Is there a sock stuck to my shirt or something?”

“I was laughing at Isa. She said Alessandro is being a handful right now.”

“Can’t blame the man. I’d be the same way.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I’ve missed my period, but his phone rings. He scowls as he sits next to me on the bed.

“This is Henderson.”

So, it must be Brotherhood related. That’s the only time I hear him refer to himself by his last name.

“Yes, I’m aware OWF wants me to appear at their pay-per-view event. As I told them, we’ll talk if the money is right.” He pauses. “I don’t give a shit if the Pope is going to be there. I don’t get in that ring for less than a million.”

He ends the call, dropping his phone between us.

“Who was that?”

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