Page 125 of The Enemy Face Off

"Kids. Down the track. Way down the track."

"Oh."

"Yeah. I just wanted you to know that." He studies my face for a moment. "You seem surprised."

"I guess I am a little. I…I love the kids so much that I guess…they're enough, you know? Like, I know they're not biologically mine, but my love for them is as real and strong as if they were."

"I knowexactlywhat you mean." He squeezes my hand. "I don't feel any difference in how I love Josie and Jonah."

"So, I'm not saying no to more kids. It just wasn't something that's on my mind."

"Fair enough."

"To be honest, I'm looking forward to becoming an aunt."

After finding out Schapelle was pregnant at her book launch, she went up the mountain to stay with Mom and Dad while she figured stuff out. Her ex is a real jerk who dumped her the moment she told him she was pregnant and said he wanted nothing to do with her and the baby.

It turns out she's figured stuff out, even if it's one of the wildest stories I've ever heard. I can totally see her putting this in a book one day. Hers is a meet-cute for the ages, that's for sure.

"It'll be nice to see your sister," Milo says.

"And her mountain manhusband," I say with a tone.

Schapelle may be five years older than me, but she's gota lotgoing on at the moment. My sisterly instincts are on high alert

"I thought you liked the guy."

"Give me more time, and I'll find something wrong with him. I'm sure I will."

Milo chuckles. "Give the man a chance."

"I suppose I should." I make a noncommittal sound. "I just don't get it. She's seven months pregnant. Now is the worst time to be starting a relationship. She's a romance author, she knows better than that."

Milo chuckles again. "I don't think that has anything to do with it. Love happens when it happens."

Our eyes meet, and I smile. "Yeah. I guess it does." Milo doesn't return to his book straight away, so I ask, "Anything else on your mind?"

"Nope."

His neck has turned red, so I know he's lying. "Come on. Spit it out."

"What? There's nothing to spit," he says. I make a slight throat-clearing noise that always gets Milo to talk. "Okay. Fine. I was just thinking that every time we drive up that mountain, something good happens to us."

"Like getting caught in a snowstorm on our first trip and then surviving an earthquake on our second?"

"Exactly," he says with a grin. "Both things brought us closer, right? It's like that mountain is our good luck charm or something."

I let out a giggle. "But Evie and Fraser aren't getting married this time, so even if I believed your crazy theory—which, for the record, I do not—maybe our good luck has run out?"

"Nah, babe." He leans over and gives me a quick kiss. "Our good luck is just beginning."

"What was that you said last night about our good luck just beginning?"

Milo brushes off my question, letting out a grunt as he crouches by the car. Our road trip up the mountain is currently delayed by a flat tire. Granted, it's not as bad as what we've encountered before, but if anything, I'm starting to think this mountain might be abadluck charm.

I glance inside the car. Josie is engrossed in her book, and Jonah is happily watching "Bluey" on a tablet.

"Can I do anything to help?" I ask.

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