Page 50 of Saving Mr. Norcross
Easton’s curvaceous blonde wife nodded. “I’m glad you guys are all okay.”
A loudwoofsounded.
A Belgian Malinois dog bounded into the room, heading straight for Vander.
“Hey, sit,” he ordered.
Shadow sat, powerful tan-and-black body wriggling. Vander leaned over and gave the dog a long rub.
Brynn smiled. She loved this family. They were loud, loving, and often in-your-face, but always there for each other.
“I can’t believe some mafiaidiotaabducted my boys.” Clara sniffed. “So rude.”
“We’re all fine, Ma,” Vander said.
“Because your clever wife came and sorted things out.”
Brynn bit the inside of her mouth. Vander shook his head, and Rhys didn’t bother to hide his grin.
Easton glanced at Vander, then Rhys. “What happened exactly?”
Vander gave his brother a chin lift. “I’ll give you an update.”
“I want one, too,” their father added. Ethan Norcross was tall and strong like his sons, with a handsome face, and salt-and-pepper hair.
Clara grabbed Vander’s cheeks. “I’ll make lasagna.”
“Ma, we’re in Sicily. We’ll go out.”
She sniffed. “No one will make it like I do.”
Vander smiled. “I know.”
Then her gaze sharpened on Rhys. “Rhys, you have a bandage on your head. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, Ma.”
“What happened?”
“Just a little bump.” Rhys looked a little panicked.
Brynn knew Clara would fuss over him incessantly.
Then Rhys glanced around and his gaze settled on Brynn. He smiled. “Hey, Ma, we have something very special to celebrate.”
Oh no. Brynn shook her head at her brother-in-law.
Clara’s gaze narrowed. “Celebrate what?”
“That you’re finally going to be a grandmother.”
Brynn grabbed her husband’s hand and squeezed. He squeezed back.
Clara gasped. Her gaze moved to Haven like a laser.
Haven held her hands up. “Not me.”
“Vander and Brynn are pregnant,” Rhys announced.
