Page 145 of Until I Find You

“Trust me, if the profits for Keiki remain the way they’ve been, you’ll be turning a profit within the next year without the new land,” Ronnie says.

Pretty unheard of for a new business. I know we’ve lucked out. Although, that luck didn’t come without a lot of hardwork. “We’re going to have to go over the numbers regarding expansion. If we can keep up or if we need to scale back.”

Ronnie nods. “I’ve got that meeting on the books tomorrow.”

“Oh, tomorrow? I thought–”

“It’s getting late,” Jack says without letting me finish my thought. He nods up at the sky. “Sunset is soon.”

I decide not to push. He’s not one to step on my toes or cut me off. I’ll let it slide. Plus, I don’t want to be a tyrannical boss who forces people to stay late just because I’m in town. I might have access to more money than I ever could have dreamed now, but I’m not letting that change me. I want Alanna to grow up humble and grateful too. People’s time always matters more than money.

“Right. Tomorrow. Looking forward to it.”

We say our goodbyes and walk back to the car to head back to the hotel for dinner with Mari and her family. We learned the hard way the first time her house wasn’t big enough for the two of us, and with a baby in tow, definitely not big enough for three.

Alanna’s coos of excitement get edgier as we get closer to the car. “She’s hungry.”

“How do youknowthat?”

“Mother’s intuition,” I say with a smirk. “Not to mention–” I point down at the front of my shirt at the wet spot.

Jack sighs. “You poor thing…”

I laugh. “I want to feed her before we go.”

“Can’t it wait until we get to the hotel?”

I furrow my brow at him. This is not like Jack. Jack is already super dad. Other than the trips to Hawaii, Alanna comes first always. It’s not like him to ask for things to wait. “You want to make our daughter wait to eat? When she’s hungry? That’s a recipe for–”

“You’re right, you’re right, that’s–” He shakes his head and waves his hands. “Forget I said anything, that was dumb.”

Maybe his head isn’t in the right spot from all the traveling we’ve been doing. Or maybe it’s been a long day. Still, though. Another out of character thing for Jack in the span of, what, five minutes?

Weird.

When we get to the car, I sit in the passenger seat, legs dangling out the door. Alanna is more than ready to nurse so there’s no fuss about it.

Jack stands in front of the open door as a layer of protection, leaning a hand on the roof of the car.

“She’s getting so big,” he mutters as he watches her.

“I know. It’s kind of crazy.”

Jack pinches her fat leg delicately enough so as not to distract her. “It’s all going so fast.”

“We knew it would,” I say, looking up at him.

Jack smiles at me, a smile that still sends shivers down my spine. A look of love. And admiration. “You’re killing it, Cami. The mom thing.”

I smile. “So are you. With the dad thing, of course.”

Jack leans in closer, watching how our daughter is latched onto me, her plump fist resting against me. “You know, a lot can happen in three years.”

“Uh huh.”

“Technically, we could have three more children in three years.”

I gape at him. “You’re not actually suggesting–”

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