Page 60 of A Seed Of Peril

“Actually, that’s exactly what it’s like.”

“Nobody can hide frommyuncles,” Katrina proudly stated.

I hid my smug smirk, stifling a chuckle.If you only knew…

“Damn right,” I agreed.

Michael and John were on guard duty. Certain people here I had grown more attached to versus the rest. Granted, all of them had been around since day one, but those two, in particular, I had developed stronger friendships with. I could always count on Michael and John.

They turned around to discover me and Katrina.

“Miss Wardman,” Michael acknowledged. “How can we help you?”

“We want the mail!” Katrina exclaimed, bringing a smile out of the rest of us.

Nodding once, Michael left his post to go to the mailbox. I stood near John, waiting. A breeze moved over my skin. This cool air was never not refreshing.

Looking back and forth between John and the end of the driveway, I contemplated asking him if he heard when Dominic and his men were due back home. But it was pointless. Dominic gave every man here strict orders to keep quiet. They weren’t going to break their word.

“How are you holding up?” John asked me out of the blue, walking toward me.

I shrugged my shoulder, maintaining focus on Michael as he looked through the thick stack of mail on his way back up the driveway. I let Katrina go help him.

“Best I can,” I said. “I just want them home.”

“We all do,” John expressed sympathetically, briefly putting his hand on my shoulder.

I swallowed away the worry his kind gesture triggered, smiling at the sight of Katrina talking Michael’s ear off.

“I just hope them getting Nico will put an end to all this bullshit,” I said.

Nico was the common denominator. Taking him out meant it would stop the weird encounters. Any future attack attempts. That made sense to me. We got Nico, and then we could take down everyone even remotely connected to him. Maybe then, sleep would find us much easier every night.

Katrina ran up to me with some mail in her hand. Michael held the rest of the stack of envelopes and had a small package under that same arm.

John nodded once and walked back to his post.

“Here you go,” Katrina said, holding up the mail.

I took it from her and thumbed through it. Junk mail for me. And nothing exciting for Dominic or our brothers.

“Thank you,” I told both Katrina and Michael. I held out my hand for Katrina to take.

“Did you need anything else?” Michael asked. He was one of the few who continually checked on me, especially when Dominic wasn’t home.

I shook my head. “I’m good.”

“I’ll go ahead and get these delivered then,” he said in reference to the mail. Either Michael or John had the daily task of handing out the mail to all on the property.

If my feet and hips weren’t as sore more often than not, I would’ve volunteered to do it just to give me something to do.

“Thanks, Michael,” I told him as he began walking further up the driveway. Katrina and I followed him but strayed onto the grass up ahead.

“Lulu, when is the baby coming?”

“You’ll have to wait until June.”

She grumbled under her breath, something about being impatient and it being too long of a wait. I hid my amusement, a slight smirk creeping on my lips, but my smirk quickly faded when thinking about how fast this pregnancy felt like it was going. I was about to hit week twenty-five. Only fifteen more weeks, give or take.Was it really that little left?It seemed as if just yesterday I found out I was pregnant.

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