It sounded like Mark was trying to keep his voice down. “Get Jesse’s pack and get over here.Now. Make sure you’re in a uniform shirt.”
He nearly swerved off the road. “What?”
“I’m at the big conference center. Get hererightnow. Text me when you’re in the employee parking lot.”
Then he hung up.
Christopher pulled into their yard and parked, staring at his phone. He even looked at his call log to verify yes, he’d received a call from Mark.
Fuck.
He didn’t want to hope. The fact that he was asking for her pack and not screaming with joy didn’t foreshadow a happy reunion.
Instead of losing track of time by mentally spinning himself in circles while considering all the possibilities, he left his truck running, dashed inside, grabbed her backpack, and peeled out.
When he pulled into the employee parking area he texted Mark. He’d barely climbed out of his truck when Mark ran up and yanked the passenger door open, grabbing the pack.
“What’s going on?” Chris asked him through the cab.
There was a wild look on Mark’s face. “Grab your employee badge and follow me.”
Chris retrieved his lanyard from where he hung it on his rearview mirror, locked the truck, and hurried to catch up.
“What’s going on?” he asked as Mark led him toward the main event center. Then he went quiet as they stepped into the back of the room and he spotted Jesse, where she stood on the stage as she gave the presentation.
Chris gasped. “Holy sh—” Mark clapped a hand over Christopher’s mouth and eased him sideways away from the door.
Chris didn’t know if Jesse had clocked Mark’s presence before but her gaze locked with his now and her voice faltered slightly before she continued.
And he couldn’t pull his gaze from the unmistakable swell of her tummy despite how she ‘d dressed.
She’s…pregnant?
He quickly did the math, and while he wasn’t an expert on pregnant women, the math…mathed.
Unless she’d been sleeping with someone else besides them, she looked to be about right to have gotten pregnant with them during their ordeal.
Oh. My. God!
CHAPTER 19
JESSE
Oh, what fresh hell is this?
Not only had Mark shown up, carrying her backpack, but Chris was right on his heels.
And the shock on Chris’ face meant he’d processed her condition.
From this distance she couldn’t decipher Mark’s expression. Something between a glare and a scowl, if she had to guess.
Well, they’re the assholes. They have no reason to be pissed off.
She also supposed this answered her conundrum about whether or not to let them know one of them would be a father.
It was unavoidable.
She dragged her focus back to the presentation and even managed to make it through the audience Q&A. But once that ended, she’d lost sight of the men and her bravery fled. Josie had left with Brandt just after the start of the Q&A portion, likely to nurse and change him. One of the security team followed her, even though Jesse knew this was likely one of the last places they’d ever have to worry about their safety.