Page 149 of The Renegade Billionaire
My chest expands three sizes. “I’d love to.”
Together, we go in search of her best friend and find her at a table next to Grey. He’s holding Keela in his arms with an odd expression on his face. I haven’t seen him hold any child except for Sage, and we were kids ourselves when he was that little.
There’s a strange rightness to seeing an adult Grey holding a small pink bundle. When he sees me staring, he stands up, and you’d think Cian was about to combust by the way he lurched forward as if he thought Grey would drop her.
Grey scoffs at the big guy. “It’s not my first rodeo.” Then he hands her to me, but he never takes his eyes off the baby.
“You okay?” I ask him, then lower the baby so Madison can see her.
The expression on Grey’s face has my shoulders tensing up—he’s made a decision about something.
“Fine. We’ll move here, and move the company here, and then I’m going to get one of those.”
“Ah, excuse me?” Madison asks. “You’re going to get what?”
I’m too stunned to speak.
“A baby.”
“They don’t exactly come made to order.” Cian stands guard as though he believes Grey might take his little girl and run.
And truthfully, right now, I’m not entirely sure he won’t.
“Can you take her?” I ask Madison, then gently shift Keela into her arms.
Once she’s settled, I return to Grey, but his expression hasn’t changed.
“What do you mean? How are you going to get a baby? And why are you going to get a baby?”
“It’s time,” he says without any further explanation.
“Time for what? You understand why we’re a little taken aback here, right?”
“You’re happy here. Sage is happy here. I’ll get a baby and be happy here too.”
“That’s a little backward. How about a wife, or Jesus, I don’t know, a girlfriend first?”
“I don’t need one.”
Cian chokes on a laugh. “Actually, ya do, mate.”
Grey is clearly frustrated with this conversation, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. It’s the equivalent of someone counting out loud for patience.
“I realize I need a woman to actually carry a baby, but you can pay people to do that these days. I simply need to find a carrier.”
“Oh my God.” Savvy slaps her forehead so loud it draws all of our attention. “Please don’t ever call a woman’s body a carrier again.”
Grey shrugs. “I’m getting myself a baby. Maybe a girl this time.” He closes his laptop. “I know what to do for the Cozy Cup Festival. We’ll get on it tonight.”
We all stand dumbstruck as he packs up his stuff and waltzes out the door. He has an actual spring in his step too.
“Well, that was?—”
“Fecking weird.” Cian’s watching the door too, but I can’t refute his statement. It was fucking weird.
“I think he’s feeling a little lost with all the changes lately.” Even as I say it, I know it’s more than that.
“A baby isn’t going to fix that,” Savvy says. Is that concern I hear in her tone?
