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Curiosity warred with sympathy in Angela’s dark brown eyes. “Anything I can do to help?”

“It’s all good now,” Brynn explained hurriedly. “Finally. So I’m hoping to get out and explore the city more in the next month or two.”

Though the curiosity in her gaze remained, all Angela said was, “Good. Let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll take you out, show you around.” She winked. “Introduce you to some guys.”

“Oh. Um. I’d love to go out, but…”

“Not interested in guys?” Angela asked.

“No, it’s not that.”

“You’ve already got a guy?”

Oh, god.“Not exactly?”

Angela’s lips twitched, and one elegantly arched eyebrow went up. “You’re not sure?”

“It’s complicated,” Brynn hedged.

“I’ll bet,” Angela murmured with a knowing look, and Brynn felt her stomach give a warning jitter.

“Jakes, you clown, how’d you miss that pass?” Kara shouted next to her. “My grandma’s cross-eyed cat could’ve handled that!”

“Is she always like this?” Brynn asked.

“Pretty much,” Angela said, and to Brynn’s relief, went with the change of subject. “Until someone else joins in, then she tries to fight them for talking smack about her baby.”

Brynn grinned, appreciating the image. “That sounds like fun.”

Angela rolled her eyes. “I just thank God it’s not in my job description to babysit her.”

“For Christ’s sake, try skating with your eyes open next time, you—oh!”

Brynn swung around to look at Kara in concern. That ‘oh!’ had sounded pained. “Kara? You okay?”

“Um. No.” Both hands braced on the armrests of her seat, Kara swallowed hard. Her eyes were wide, and she’d gone dead pale. “My water just broke.”

“Shit. Shit.” The box of Lemonheads hit the floor, candy scattering as Layla surged to her feet. She wiped her hands on her jeans. “Okay, we’re okay. You’re not having contractions, are you?”

“I don’t think so. That means we have time, right? If I’m not having contractions? The baby’s not coming right now if I’m not having contractions. What are you doing?” she demanded when Layla fumbled out her phone.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m Googling it.”

“Googling it?Googling it?”

“Yes, Googling it! What else do you want me to do, Kara? I’m not a doctor! I can’t—” She twirled one hand in the air like she was screwing in a lightbulb “—check your cervix, or whatever the fuck!”

A hand clamped on Brynn’s arm, and she turned to Angela. “Go get your phone.”

“What?”

“Go get your phone. I need mine, so you have to record all this. Go.”

“I—okay.” Grateful to get out of the fray, Brynn hurried down the steps. Behind her Angela said, “Okay, let’s calm down.”

“I don’t want to calm down,” Kara replied, her voice carrying. “My water just broke, and she’s Googling—oh! Oh, shit whoa!”

Fumbling the phone out of the tripod, Brynn glanced back. Kara was bent over, clutching her belly.

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