Page 119 of Silent Threat
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“When did you find out?” Annie jumped up. OK, she intended to jump. Point was, eventually she made it to her feet. “I’m so happy for you.”
Then they were hugging and crying—all happy tears. Ecstatic.
“What are we having a feminine drama fest over now?” Cole came from the house with a tray of ribs.
“Kelly is going to have a baby.” Annie’s eyes were leaking.
“Another boy? A few more and we’re going to have a decent team to play football in the backyard after Thanksgiving dinner.”
He shook Tyler’s hand first, then David’s, then Gramps’s, then finally threw his arms around Kelly and Annie, who were still embracing.
Annie elbowed him in the side. “We’re both going to have girls just to spite you.”
Cole pulled her back and turned her in his arms. “Then David and I will keep going until we get a full football team. We’ll be the Testosterone ...” He paused and glanced at Tyler. “What else starts with a T?”
“Taters!”
Gramps snorted. Kelly was shaking her head.
Cole never gave it another thought. “Good job, buddy.” He ruffled Tyler’s flyaway brown hair. “We’ll be the Testosterone Taters.”
“Can I be the captain?” Tyler wanted to know immediately. “I want to be the captain of the Toasted Taters!”
Cole winked at him. “That’s a given.”
With a big smacking kiss on Annie’s cheek, he let her go and went to put the ribs on the grill.
David chased Tyler and demanded that at the very least, they arm-wrestle for the captain position.
Annie caught Kelly’s eyes. Kelly had tears too.
“I’m just stupid happy,” Kelly said. “You know what I mean?”
Annie glanced at Cole. “I think I might.”
“I think the Murray Love Curse is officially broken.”
“I’ll drink to that. When we can drink.”
Kelly followed her gaze and lowered her voice. “I love David to pieces, but I think Navy SEALs in aprons should be a thing. A new trend.”
Annie sighed, her heart more full of love and gratitude than she could ever have imagined. “At the very least, there should be a calendar.”
“Talking about printed materials.” Kelly pulled a flyer from her purse and handed it to Annie.
Concert promo for Hershey Park. “Thanks, but I think I’m out of the rock-concert scene until after the baby comes.” She’d never been into the rock-concert/groupie thing to start with.
“Look at the guy in the middle.”
She did. Then she choked.Xane?
“Xane is in Men on the Moon?” She’d heard the band on the radio, but she hadn’t really paid attention to them in particular, couldn’t have named any of the members if someone had bet her solar panels for her roof.
She read the flyer. “They’re the main act. They have a cover band.”
“They’re supposed to be the next big thing.”
