Page 135 of Rebel Bride
Rosie hugged Summer, then kissed me and Jason on the cheek. She made a point of ignoring Conor. “Hey, girl, I found one of your bras stuffed between the sofa cushions!”
Color painted a watercolor bloom over Summer’s cheeks. “Not sure how that got there.”
I had an idea. Fun times while the roomie was away.
“Must have been left behind when you moved in with your hockey player boyfriend before the holidays.” Rosie rummaged in her purse. “I have it here?—”
“Later, Ro. Sheesh!”
“I dunno.” I squeezed her waist. “I think we’d all like to see it now.”
“Hatch!” Said like Haa-itch.
I loved when her country came out. But I didn’t have time to appreciate it because just then, Franky took off her coat.
And turned.
Summer gasped. Rosie grinned. My mouth fell open.
Because Franky St. James was sporting a baby bump.
Conor raised his eyebrows in my direction. “Yep.”
Somehow, this fucker already knew.
Franky pushed her glasses back up her nose. “As you can see, I’m pregnant. I was loath to steal focus from Theo’s party, but Rosie insisted I come. I hope he doesn’t mind.”
She looked over to where my dad was busy shaking Dex O’Malley’s shoulders. The man had no idea what was happening in this small corner, but as he was a lover of the drama, I suspected he would be thrilled. And then he would be curious.
Like us all.
“I’m sure you have questions,” Franky said.
This statement was greeted with a chorus of “oh, no!” and “not at all!” followed by heartfelt congratulations. This was her dream, and I was thrilled to see it coming true for her.
Franky chewed on her lip. She was nervous, a look I didn’t think I’d ever seen on her. “I should visit the bathroom before I ingest any liquid.”
Summer and Rosie took her by the arm on either side. “We’ll come, too.”
My girl shot a quick look my way, assuring me she would get the goods. As the trio headed off, I couldn’t help noticing Franky’s searching glance over her shoulder.
With the women out of range, I turned to Conor. “Okay, spill.”
“Remember that time you warned me to wrap it before I tap it because I said people were too attached to their sperm?”
My heart sank to the unvarnished floorboards. Connie, what have you done?
“Don’t worry, bro, it’s not me! Someone else we know decided that it was time to unwrap it and tap his swimmers for a very important mission.” My brother gave a hammy chin jerk toward Jason, his expression one of barely restrained glee.
Summer didn’t need to get the goods from Rosie after all. The tea was being poured right here.
Jason blew out a breath, rubbed his mouth, and said:
“Well, kids, let me tell you a story.”
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