Page 110 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
“No,” Evie wailed, the tears coming as Samuel lifted her into his arms. “I just finished packing it but haven’t put it in the car. It’s still at the house.”
“I can get it!” Taylor stuck her head in the room when Annabeth hurried in. “I just need the security passcode, and I can bring it to the hospital.”
“Ben and Will are getting the cars,” Bernie shouted, running in next. “Klausen’s got the escort covered—”
Evie screamed. A blood curdling, heartbreaking scream.
“Move!” Samuel bellowed, pushing through the crowd. “Girls, stay with Unc.”
Harper and Theo rushed to Liam, who scooped up Theo and handed Harper off to Carter. “Okay, people. Let’s go have a baby.”
“It sounds like someone’s singing in the forest.” Carter kept a trained eye on the line of pine beyond the oaks as he waited for Jamison and Liam to secure the girls into their car seats. “You guys hear that, right?”
“What is he talking about?” Jamison’s gaze connected with Liam’s as they tried to figure out the harnesses of the car seats. “This guy’s not crazy, is he? We don’t need crazies, Liam. We have plenty already.”
“I hears hers. She sings all da times, but she’s not Mama’s Mama.” Theo swung her feet back and forth when they finally got her buckled in. “Mama’s Mama don’t sings. She funny doh. She laughs lots.”
“The song is loud today.” Harper arched upward to help Liam adjust her straps. “She must like you, Mr. Anderson.”
Carter grunted and got in, taking the front passenger seat. “This place is weird.”
Once the girls were ready to go, Liam slid behind the wheel while Jamison crawled into the back to squish herself between the car seats. “I likes yous dress,” Theowhispered. “Fancies.”
There had been no time to change, and honestly, she hadn’t even noticed she was still in her mother’s wedding gown until Theo’s comment. The dress was surprisingly comfortable to wear.
Simone’s red sports car shot off in a hurry, carrying her and Josie. Rowan and Annabeth had already left on his motorcycle while Abe was in his van, following them to the Port Michaelson hospital. It would take thirty minutes to get there, but probably under twenty for her father, who was driving Evie, Samuel, Izzy, and Holden in his Rover with a whole police escort.
“Okay, listen up,” Liam said, looking at the girls in the rearview mirror as he drove down Haven’s oak tunneled drive leading to the highway. “Say hello to Mr. Carter. He’s here to protect you.”
“Hello.”
“Hiya.”
Carter raised a hand, his attention on the passing forest. “Hello, ladies.”
Theo leaned across Jamison to whisper to Harper. “Hims calls us ladies. Bees a lady, Harper. No farting.”
Harper rolled her eyes. “Do you have a gun, Mr. Carter?”
“A few.”
Harper sat forward with a look on her face that said she didn’t exactly believe him. “I don’t see them.”
“I know how to keep them hidden.”
“Unc usually carries four weapons on him, but today he only has two.” Harper wrinkled her pert nose. “I find that most unfortunate.”
“Most unfortunate?” Carter turned halfway around. “How old are you? ”
“Our Harper has a vast vocabulary, and when you get to know her father more, you’ll understand why,” Liam replied before raising his voice to direct his next statement at the girls. “You will each hold either my hand or Carter’s hand. You will never let it go. You will not go to the bathroom, not even with GiGi. If we tell you to do something, you will do it and not question us.”
Theo puffed her chest. “I dos my bestest, Unc.”
“Who’s gonna look after Auntie?” Harper asked. “That bad man tried to take her, too.”
Harper’s concern caused an ache in her chest, and Jamison laid a hand on her niece’s leg. “I’ll be fine.”
“You and me, Harper. We’ll watch over her.” Liam turned onto the main road, catching up with Simone in no time. “Think you can handle that?”
