Page 61 of Whiskey's Redemption

Carli

It’s like a bad joke. Yay me! I’m about to find out firsthand what motherhood is like, and I get to deal with a pissed off mountain of a man, too. Epically fun!

I’d rather bargain hunt.

Watching each of them saunter across the tarmac, I’m trying to figure out how fast I can submit a new flight plan to send them home. Actually, they’re rich as fuck, so they can charter their own goddamn plane.

“Carli! Oh my God, I’m so happy to see you!” Hugging me tight, I revel in the comfort of my friend. I’ll send these asses packing asap, and I’ll keep Circe hostage. I have the facilities if need be.

I whisper into her hair. “I’m so glad you’re here. I missed your twisted ass.”

Giggling lightly, she too whispers, “Yeah, ditto, but my ass isn’t about to get bigger from baby weight.”

Pushing her back from the hug, I grin like an idiot. “I’m so damn glad you’re here.” As we’re not alone in our little bubble, I attempt the full on ‘raging psycho bitch’ face at the interlopers invading my high. “I see that when I said don’t let any Crown’s come with you, it was on wasted breath.”

Walking into the cool of the building, “Yeah, about that. It wasn’t—”

“It wasn’t her fault, Carli. She was packing, Wyatt was stewing, and we kind of used charades to figure out what the whole crazy cloak and dagger was about,” China offers, smiling brightly. “I figured it out, and you know, the rest is history as we’re all here.”

“Yeah, still not seeing the reason whyallof you are here, though,” I sigh, taking in the room full of people.

“So this is how it goes,” China chirps. “We were there, meeting about something else, which I’ll get to it in a second, when Circe was pouty and Cas was frowny. It came down to Cas wouldn’t let Circe out of his sight. Nurse Sali and Dr. Callie made us swear Wyatt wouldn’t be left alone. That’s because he’s still as frail as a paper doll. No offense, brother.”

“None taken,” Wyatt laughs.

“And because I wanted to see you, as I’ll be an Auntie China, then it meant that Risen would have to be here, too. Ya know, broody cop instincts about danger and trouble, blah, blah, blah.” Looking at him, and his apparent frowny face, as she called it, is darker than Jamieson’s. Yep, definitely hung up on her.

She points to her brother. “Then this Viking…well, he has a vested interest in the mother in question, it seems. And I didn’t want to miss the fireworks.” She jumps up and down, slapping her hands together. “So let’s get something to eat ’cause I have the feeling this is about to get exciting.”

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