Page 54 of There Are No Words

A groggy Brady groaned next to me and moved the pillow over his face. “What?”

“He found her. Can you believe it?” He hired an investigator to find her, and they did. I hadn’t doubted Dad for a second. I had all the faith in the world he’d come through and find my half sister.

Removing the pillow, Brady looked at me, his eyes thin slits. “Do you ever sleep?”

Oooh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Actually, a side note: I was finding he was a ridiculously heavy sleeper and didn’t care for his sleep cycle to be broken. The hours he usually kept probably didn’t help. Yeah, I doubted he’d be on night duty once Baby came.

Getting back to the topic at hand. . . I shook my head, crossed my legs under me and resisted my urge to bounce on the mattress. It was right there in black and white on my laptop—the very reason I shouldn’t be sleeping. Dad had found my half sister.

Sitting up next to me, Brady leaned over and tried to look at my laptop screen, which I turned to him.

“It’s all right there. Her name is Jade Logan,” I said and pointed, my finger shaking a bit as I did. The shaking wasn’t coming from nerves, though. No, more like the shock and relief that I could finally refer to her by her name.

Whistling, he shook his head. “Angelo works fast. So do you want to call her?”

Turning to face him, I smiled wide because I already knew my answer. “No way. I’m going to see her. She lives right here in New York. Can you believe how close she’s been this entire time? I mean, I imagine she’s always been right here in New York. What do you think?”

Brady shrugged. “I guess so,” he said, sounding hesitant. “Are you sure you want to see her in person? Don’t you think that’s a lot? She doesn’t know about you.”

I considered what he’d said. Perhaps he was right. But a phone call could be worse. It was cold and distant, and if she wouldn’t talk to me,thenshowing up on her doorstep would only be worse. And I think we all knew I was definitely going to show up on her doorstep. So why delay the inevitable? “I’m going to see her.”

Narrowing his eyes for the second time since he’d woken up, he looked at me. “Just be careful.”

I shook my head and waved him off. “Don’t be macho just because I’m pregnant.”

“Fuck, Allegra. Baby or not, I want you to be safe.”

Okay, not going to lie, I loved when he got protective, so there was no way I was going to argue with him now. I mean, my argumentative side seemed to bring it out in him, much to my pleasure, but I knew when enough was enough. “Fine,” I conceded, feeling my cheeks flush. “I’ll call my sisters, and we’ll plan something.”

Brady turned and got out of my bed. “Good idea. Call them. And don’t do anything stupid.”

My vagina and I saluted him. “Yes, sir.”

He groaned as he walked to the door. “I’ve got to get to the pub. I’ll see you later.”

Chapter Eighteen

Allegra

Maria:Pedro wants to meet Isabella.

Bianca:What do you want?

Allegra:That’s sort of ballsy of him. What, did he just come right out and say it?

Perla:That’s your call. Pedro doesn’t really get a say.

Maria:I don’t know. I think it’s too soon.

Allegra:I always knew you two wouldn’t last.

Maria:I didn’t say that.

Bianca:Rereading the text. . . . Yep, Maria definitely did not say that.

Perla:She might as well have. Read between the lines, Bibi.

Bianca:Whatever. I think Maria should be able to do what she wants. Did you know Knox thinks I have too many shoes? He says I need to part with some of them. Well, I don’t want to.

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